Early Spring
Ninety days till springtime
No more silly hats and mitts
Can't wait till robin red breast
Sings its happy springtime hit
It's by far the sweetest season
When that feeling is attained
You wake up each day singing
That happy spring refrain
Could there be a greater feeling
Away with that big red nose
You feel the warmth all over
Right down to your very toes
It's how one gets through winter
The promise of days ahead
Thrilled with the sight of crocuses
No winter storms to dread
You may say I'm a wee bit early
With my ode to springtime fun
But ninety days goes by quickly
Can almost feel that April sun
So hang on just a wee bit longer
It'll be here before you know it
Probably think I'm a daft old man
Or just a silly old poet!
© Jack Ellison 2013
One can only dream...
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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