Frustration while we wait the seasonal change
From winter bleak to a spring sunnier range
Maybe we're fed up, of dressing for the rain
Or wind and chill, and hair we need to tame

At least in northern New Zealand, never snow
Though feeling cold, with cheeks more a glow
Not from humidity and sunshine, buffered wind
Blue not rosy, body and bones feel tinged

Four seasons, can be mixed into one day
Take off and add layers, keep colds at bay
Dreaming of the sunshine, know it's real
When happily extra clothes, you can peel

The grass is always greener, we know its true
Wanting what we can't have, does see us through
Till the season we love, shakes our senses alive
Dare we moan about it later, humidity over rides

Impatience, I admit I want the season to rush
Spring seems so slow, and still rain will gush
But days get longer, and earth starts to wake
Grateful for every sunny day, as summer breaks.....