Where Are You Spring?
Outside it is blowing snow and sleet.
By now it should be spring.
Even when the squirrels come out to eat,
they too are shivering.
I can’t quite see across the street,
through the barrage of white confetti.
By this afternoon there’ll probably be two feet.
For this I am not ready.
I long to see the temperature reach seventy,
then out to the garden I’d go.
OK, right now I’d be happy with twenty,
and maybe a little less snow.
I know it’s just a matter of time,
before all the white will turn green.
So for now I’ll just grab me a glass of wine,
and sit by the window and dream.
Copyright: February 21, 2009
Copyright © Cheryl Ann Ross | Year Posted 2009
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