After winters white,
The snows created bright light,
The world looked as if in blight,
Such beauty has returned to our world in its right…
Green is my world,
To the heavens should be herald,
The spring has come unfurled,
We all enjoy it most while we whirl…
Such color did never seem to exist,
I wrestle with my love of the cold,
To deal with this green world so bold,
Deep down in my psyche I know it’s this world that I missed.
© -ed- 4/15/19
When is the happy day?
Love ya!
Jane