Winter in disguise

When I look out the window
Instead of green grass
I see blankets of snow
The trees are the color of ivory
There isn't any movement outside
Only the swish-swish of trees shivering in the cold air
The pale milky sky seems to stare gloomily at the earth
While rows of houses stand silent and still as though frozen in place
The small flowers next to the trees droop sadly
While the small buds on the trees outside are suffocated by snowflakes
Rose plants dying from hypothermia are hardly visible
With only small branches poking out from the snowdrifts
Birds buffeted by chilly winds scramble to their nests
While chipmunks and squirrels suddenly become non-existent
The once busy roads are now strangely quiet
I am thoroughly depressed
I have long hoped for spring
But sometimes
Spring is just winter in disguise