On Blue In White

This is winter end, a season nice Woodland smiles free from ice Tastier is your sugar and spice That too without too big a price Still the flowers are thinking twice To bloom or no what’s the advice Warmth of summer yet to arise A month away the spring paradise Some inkling still in many a slice Of sun on Anemones that entice Strife of our life in bread and rice Evening dates with lovely fireflies Our cats are more after the mice Your pink clouds do mesmerize On blue in white the light writes All the apples crumble in a trice _________________________________ 11/02/2017