Free from the frigid grip of winter's blow
we enter a time of hay fevers and colds
Though April showers help the flowers grow
they can be unkind, to creaky bones of old
The frosty cheeks of children everywhere
are pinned against a dirty window pane
The pristine snow of white has lost its glare
replaced by icky puddles and wet terrain
Spring, ...its not all about roses and shine
there are days when it rains and pours all day
She weaves herself around winter's entwine
and often leaves the earth too damp for play
I rather be making snow angels in the snow
then waiting and watching, for flowers to grow
From where you live and where I lived in Wisconsin during my youth, you are very right in painting this time between winter and spring where the dirty melting snow and spring rains bringing mud and misery, have to wait a while before spring really arrives with all its fresh new grandeur.
I believe and love the fact that living in Canada, especially on the East Coast (Nova Scotia) I get to experience all four unique seasons. Each one is special in it's own way...winter when the snow comes and covers all in a blanket of pure white, spring when the first splashes of colour brighten our hearts, summer and the sounds of children's laughhter on the beach and the blaze of colour of falling leafs. We are blessed to have all the seasons.
Fee
Note: Since my husband's cancer surgery 4/25/05, this book content has been integrated into the public speaking content for audiences interested in a sassy approach to personal and/or community awareness events. Another chapbook on intimate love poet
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