Winter, this is Spring.
Spring? Meet Winter.
Winter, these are flowers.
Spring? This is snow!
Winter-- listen to all those birds!
Spring-- that perfume in the air is wood smoke.
I think you both know puddles and mud, don't you?
Winter, I know you were on your way out,
so don't let us keep you.
See you next year?
Spring, come on in,
we've been waiting for you!
Spring? Meet Winter.
Winter, these are flowers.
Spring? This is snow!
Winter-- listen to all those birds!
Spring-- that perfume in the air is wood smoke.
I think you both know puddles and mud, don't you?
Winter, I know you were on your way out,
so don't let us keep you.
See you next year?
Spring, come on in,
we've been waiting for you!
This perfectly captures how we all have been feeling! Delightful.
ReplyDeleteI love this. What a poignant poem. I am definitely feeling this way. Can I link to your poem on Facebook?
ReplyDeleteThanks, Emma! Link away!
DeleteI like, "Spring--that perfume in the air is woodsmoke.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea that you are talking back and forth between seasons. I wonder if you live in the same place as the last blog I commented on. She had a snow day!
ReplyDeleteSeriously guys, how nice that you get along, but it's time to part ways. Enough with the long good-bye.
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