Monday, February 28, 2022
Winter into spring...
These poems will make more sense if you know something important: CraigA, my dad, and the Medievalist are all from the north (Boston, Detroit, and Minnesota, respectively), while Christine and Desiree are in the south (NC and Virginia). Well, actually, it's a little more complicated than that. Christine is from Michigan but lives in NC. CraigA is from Boston but lives in Virginia, and the Medievalist is from Minnesota but lives in Texas. Or something like that.
So... to the poems!
From CraigA:
Snowbanks crusted brown,
More snow inside car than out.
Come spring thaw, come spring!
More snow inside car than out.
Come spring thaw, come spring!
From my dad:
We have learned not to
put snow shovels away when
temps are in sixties.
put snow shovels away when
temps are in sixties.
From the Medievalist:
Never remove ice
Scraper from the back seat of
Your car until June.
Scraper from the back seat of
Your car until June.
From Christine:
Always enjoy some
Surf and sand come mid-winter
Time to warm the bones.
Surf and sand come mid-winter
Time to warm the bones.
From Desiree:
Broke shoulder skiing,
But now the sling is off, sooooo
I’m ready for spring!
But now the sling is off, sooooo
I’m ready for spring!
