Weather of Spring - Why

the weather waffles quicker than
thoughts through my mind
smiles then cries in toxic haste
intolerable beauty,
poignant and suggestive smoke
that appear as the roofs of cartoon trees
without their knees - flamingo clouds,
where are your feet?
sobbing reply; do they defend
the sun, or hide its light
thou shalt not covet, or cover it,
they shelter me in lies
how politic, pedantic, pregnant
with foolishness is our sky -
or perhaps it only reflects in the sea
of eyes below
again, I'll never know
anything, unless I find my own feet
instead of woolgathering
beneath the sodden cotton clouds
wondering whether, when, and why
spring resurrected into rain when
we just remembered sunlight
but still it's lovely