It’s about as Monday as a Monday can get, but out of Monday-ness, I was able to find a little inspiration.
Turning Toward Summer
Winter wears on, day by day,
Dreary, wet, frigid gray.
Winter’s novelty gives way,
Drudgery beyond what words can say.
But far away from winter’s shroud
‘Neath skies unmarred by stormy clouds
The boys of summer begin to stir
To put in the past the games that were.
From sparkling coasts and desert palms
Comes the news that’s like a balm
To make winter-weary spirits gay
Pitcher and catchers report today!