Anonomus Scorpio Poet Quatrain

Death To All Snowmen

Where might thy be daylight savings? Sun of mine
Winter's last dying breath it's time to overtly shine
I say bring yourself out from that overcast shrine
Death to all snowmen to the street with their brine

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Paula Goldsmith March 12, 2023 at 10:59 AM A fun write. Winter is on the way out and spring is coming in. Hooray!!! Have a fun/blessed day.............. Anonomus Scorpio March 12, 2023 at 11:50 AM It has been a long one for sure I am ready for my spring time muses to sprout ;) A.S.

Paige Hind March 9, 2023 at 10:28 AM Lovely! Anonomus Scorpio March 12, 2023 at 11:50 AM Glad you enjoyed it my friend! Warmly A.S.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 9, 2023 at 7:39 AM Ah, love this. I like to say the only thing I like about winter is spring. Alas, we’re hardly getting winter anymore. I’m in Ottawa, it’s the first time ever the canal skateway hasn’t opened. There’s a sadness there, even with the bones relieved. xomo Anonomus Scorpio March 9, 2023 at 7:52 AM We are having one of the snowiest winters in the last 10 years in Minnesota.... bring a trailer you can have as much of it as you want LOL... Thanks Mo for the check in today have missed your commentary!! Regards A.S.