Winters over

A poem about getting to come out of a house and seeing that Spring has arrived!

Winters Over

Finally the sun is shining

I can go outside, right after

I clean up this mess

from winters blast

With the door open

I can feel the heat

from the sun's rays

and cool off my feet

The air is no longer

crisp, yet clear

giving me a hope

for a wonderful Spring.

Author's Note

enjoy

Reviews

[Crowley]

Nothing like the hint of spring in the air....although round here we just skip spring and go on to hotter than hell.....don't forget your flip flops lest you burn your tootsies......Heya J....hope all is well!