Like polish rubbed on silverware
 A gray film coats the day
Until a breezy rag appear
 To wipe it all away

For Spring has come, come to the coast
 To clean up Winter’s mess
And ready all the cliffs to host
 Arriving summer guests

With fog and sun and wind and rain
 She’ll clean up Winter’s mess
And when she’s done, she will be changed
 Into her summer dress