Monday, February 10, 2025
Poems of the cold and longing for Spring
I love when my mom chimes in, as she did this week (house pictured above):
Spring's near. Creaks, pops, bangs,
as winter sun shines on our
hundred year old house.
as winter sun shines on our
hundred year old house.
IPLawGuy was bringin' it, too:
Allergies, mud, rain
Yuck. Give me crisp air and snow
Winter is the best!
Yuck. Give me crisp air and snow
Winter is the best!
And Christine:
Pink blossoms of
the flowering apricot
greet me each winter
Brighten winter skies
On cold and rainy gray days
Feeding honey bees.
the flowering apricot
greet me each winter
Brighten winter skies
On cold and rainy gray days
Feeding honey bees.
And this anonymous entry touched me, too:
Vacant lot pales to
Pristine. I mourn wild roses,
Brown-eyed Susans: Spring!
Pristine. I mourn wild roses,
Brown-eyed Susans: Spring!
