I've been looking forward to this prompt since I wrote it down and put it in the bag. So here goes, the Mystery Poet returns!
Today is dreary, dull and drab,
the sky looks like a granite slab.
I check the ground for signs of life,
all I see is snow and an icicle that looks like a knife.
When will the daffodils and crocus rise?
When will the earth be warm with sunny skies?
I can't wait, my bones do ache,
please hurry earth and wake, waKE, WAKE!