SNOW!

I guess everyone is sick of seeing that fluffy white stuff after three snows since the first of this year. I have shoveled until I think my hands have glued themselves to the handle permanently. Just when I think we've come to the end of the shoveling, it snows again. Twice my husband and I have cleared our parking areas and driveway out, layed our shovels aside and rested, only to find it snowing again the next morning. Enough is enough, already! I'm beginning to think we live in Alaska! How I long to see spring again. In fact, here is a poem I wrote many years ago about spring.



SPRINGS PREVIEW



Silly little tulips, peeking from the ground.

Do they know something I don't know?

Or, do they stick their heads up just to look around

and see if there is yet a trace of snow?



Don't they know it's winter and spring is long away?

Old man Frost has still a trick or two.

But, those silly little tulip heads look like they're here to stay.

I wonder, if it snows, what they will do?



Perhaps they all got lonesome, so long beneath the ground,

and came up for a peek at Gods blue sky.

Then maybe they're a preview of springs lovely sound,

silently pushing winters chill on by.

E.B.R.


I hope you all enjoy this poem.