I hear the birds sing
An April song
As they watch white mountains
on the gardens
Slowly become
powdered sugar-coated pancakes
I open my eyes
And spring toward the window
And then I remember...
It's January.
And once again
I'm frozen.
Ah....my kinda dream! ❤️
ReplyDeleteNeed cocoa. Stat.
ReplyDeleteIt is never good to wish your life away, but if you are so inclined, this is a step in the right direction.
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ReplyDeleteThat's when "dancing with vodka" would be a great help! Keep the spirit warm and help embrace the cold. I believe Spring is my favorite time of year. Everything seems to come back to life. Nice poem! I'm glad I stumbled my way to your blog. Chris
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