Old Man Winter, fare thee well!
Old Man Winter, fare thee well
Glad to see you gone a spell
You were a wickedly horrible master
The more snow fell – I shoveled faster
Knee-deep in snowfall I felt empowered
Our three seasons: construction, bugs, snow |
Rain it falls and wind it blows
Glad it seems: no more snows
Down in the south tornadoes wreak havoc
No one there lies on a hammock
On the horizon grass will need mowing
Water will run, hurricanes blowing
Construction, snow and bugs; our seasons
Some will say they are our demons
Building character they teach us patience
Canadians cannot have complacence
In the meantime, spring flowers bloom
Phoebe nest |
Birds they have begun their nesting
Bugs, like mad, they've been ingesting
Nature awakens, begins to smile
I'll enjoy it here for just awhile
Leaves and buds begin to swell
Old Man Winter, fare thee well!
6 comments:
Loved the poem, great photos :)
yes, fare thee well old man winter... so happy spring is sprouting on roadsides, yards and the nature preserves... it's a sight for sore eyes... have a great day~
Rarely am I happier to see winter depart. Bring it on, Spring!
Good poem! And yes, construction, bugs, and snow is an apt description of our seasons.
You have written a lovely poem to accomopany your photographs Jennifer. You are multi-talented I believe?
Definitely signs that spring is pushing winter out of the way!
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