Spring ain't sprung
it's merely hung
inside the atmosphere,
It rains, it snows
the sun does glow
it's gloomy then it's clear.
Twitterpatin' birds go nuts
a'shiverin' with a strut
wishin' they were anywhere
instead of freezin' buttzies off.
Flowers perk their heads up high
knowin' they might get
zapped into the twilight zone
by a friggin' Winter's nip.
One day soon we will find
the cold will surely fade
into the hubs of hell so fine
Summer sweats make skin like brine.
Then we'll wish old Winter man
would bring some snow our way
to soothe the heated brow and skin
like it is on this fine day.
No, Spring ain't sprung
it's merely hung
inside the atmosphere
We're never happy come what may
on any given day
but then, we don't, I'm glad to say
rule Mother Natures way!
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Wise thoughts of understanding of Nature's harmony and balance of its creation. A true poemization of emotions of wonders, gratitude and respect for life.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Winter showed up here with barely a gasp. :) Our winter's hung, all right. LOL My dad in the Midwest and my sister in Boston have had their share--they're ready for winter to be OVER!
And now we've got the spring severe weather season to look forward to...NOT my favorite time of year. Summers, too hot. I'm already looking forward to Fall! LOL
An excellent write--filled with humor, this one made me smile. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)