Sunday, February 13, 2011

Waxing Poetic

Sing a Song of Springtime
A sunny sunshine kind of day
Birds and kids and bumblebees
Come outside to play

White puffy clouds fill the air
Soft cool breezes blow
We say goodbye to icicles
Freezing rain and snow

Bare white legs are all around
Flip flops grace our cooped-up feet
How glorious when soft green grass
And winterized toes do meet!

But wait, what's that?
Another chill? Winter storms and skies so gray?
Yes, just wait til March, I warn to those
who think spring has come to stay.

I know the thought is pessimistic,
Upsetting and quite scary
That winter is not over yet.
But it's only February.

Now I know:
My Asheville-bred cynicism of an early spring runs deep.


  1. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS. and I can hear you reciting it in my head. It is great...but it has nothing on AN ODE TO CHALK.

  2. Very nice! And I would like to read this ODE TO CHALK....sounds interesting!