Ilene Bauer Poet Rhyme

Major Melting

The icicles are dripping.
The branches lost their white.
The roads are back to blacktop.
Has winter lost its bite?

The drifts are slightly shorter;
The snowplows out of sight.
The mittens stay in pockets.
The sky has extra light.

The temperature is rising.
If weathermen are right,
There might be major melting,
Which will sure be a delight.

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Robert Johnson February 22, 2014 at 9:11 PM Mother nature must have heard my last comment on the weather because she just dumped 8 more inches of heavy wet snow here and now we're going back into the deep freeze. Been quit a winter. EH? Or should I say YEHCK. Peace. :)

Robert Pettit February 18, 2014 at 5:33 PM Major melting will certainly be a delight. I almost twisted my ankle the other night trying to walk across hardened, distorted snow. Good write as always.

Tim Smith February 18, 2014 at 5:26 PM Beautiful Ilene..Hope this is true...Hugs Tim