You know, I'm
tired of watching the antics in Washington. I want to think of positive things.
First off, I want to think of spring. It was 16 degrees last week and spring is 90-days away. Not too long in days, but very long in mind.
Spring must
always be thought of and described in a poetic venue.
So here I am with winter more
And thoughts of Tulip’s spring.
Remembering the sound and shore
Of peepers birthing ring.
Spring comes with joy to all of us
All species wide and far.
The warmth will come with knowing trust
Despite a winter’s scar.
Oh Well, I
thought that even thinking of the coming warmth would ease the cold.
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