Lopsided Love

The parade of winter patrolling near the edges of this thaw
is sweaty under layers that shutter and shiver like a flu.

I want to trust the bounty of this unexpected warmth,
but spring is lopsided as a hungry salesman
aiming for the green of new cash.

This February pastiche
tastes funny. Cotton candy that melts
on the tongue and then is bitter.

If March is true,
I will be loyal and endure without fail,
I will be the cautious lover and not won over
until the honor of my trust is proven.