The Last Day of Winter.
Last Day of the Mead.
Last Day to Curse The Freeze.
Last Days of Snow Days That Never Came.(To Seattle anyway.)
Last Day to Waste Time Waiting for The Sun.
Last Day to Celebrate The Tannenbaum.
Last Days of Recipe Hunting For Soups and Game.
Last Day to Appreciate The Dark Days of Olde.
Last Day to Feel There is No Hope.
Last Days of Swaddled Lives and Mount-terrains.
So if you can open your front door to Spring
Moving the Hoarded Winter Days aside,
There May Be a flower in it for you...
One with a daffy name.
"Last Days", AKA Last Day I'm using the Penguinscience user name.