Awaiting Spring

The Woolly Mammoth finally groaned his last As the North Pole’s shift encased him in ice The first to succumb to an Arctic blast And now we humans challenge winter’s price Beneath the snowy pasture, stems break through Crocuses, daffodils, tulips emerge They’re certain that spring will arrive on queue Warm weather awaits; we are on the verge The coming months will dapple the landscape Kisses of lavender, yellow and red Will find you quite soon; there is no escape Bid farewell to those frozen days you dread Keep focused on the magic of springtime When sweaters are shed and the blooms surround The chirps of spring birds have begun to chime The glory of nature will soon abound *For Francine’s “Winter Begone” contest January 20, 2013