O Spring, Where Art Thou??

Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days,

Why the sweet Spring delays,
And where she hides, -- the dear desire
Of every heart that longs
For bloom, and fragrance, and the ruby fire
Of maple-buds along the misty hills,
And that immortal call which fills
The waiting wood with songs?

excerpt from Late Spring by Henry Van Dyke

Weather forecast for today: Possible valley snow. Was Easter Sunday just a tease?