you know better

seasons fool
you with their
trees and flowers,
coming back
after a hard
winter below
snow and ice.
and the sun
rising warm,
finally, on a
late april
morning, that
too is a trick.
those birds
singing, and a
wisp of a white
cloud in blue,
and you can't help
but have your
spirits lifted
by such slight
of hands. but
you know better,
don't you?