I Thought It Was Spring
Snowed in the night,
Temperature dropped,
One week into May
The chill hadn’t stopped.
The Orioles and Finches
Looked so confused,
With snow flakes falling,
They were not amused.
Our chipmunks and squirrels
Have all run Amok
They are waiting for warmth,
With no further luck.
Started seeds
With tomatoes in mind,
To put in the garden,
With veggies, of all kinds.
Waited for weeks,
They were ready to go,
Finally able to plant,
They forecasted snow.
Written by: @
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
