We wait and wait through the
Cold winter; waiting for spring
And the flowers and birds that
Come with it. Winter is gray and
Bitter and must laugh at those
Who freeze in the trail and then
Say they are having a good time
The good time lasts until the
Blackberry brandy runs out, then
Suddenly the world is cruel. Spring
Gives us a brief promise and then
This year disappears. It is cold and
Damp and the wood two wet to
Burn. A few daffodils and lilacs have
Bloomed but the quantity is not
Sufficient to get us excited enough
To get us to go after landscaping as
Though there were no tomorrow.
So we plug away when incentivized
And eventually the yard is ready for
Norman upkeep. Then the months slip
Be and again we face the winter months.
All of the outings were fun but there
Were too many days of gray. The birds
Seem sullen and the chipmunks and
Squirrels stayed busy collecting their
Stash of food for the winter months.
We have hope that next year will be
Better, but we will taken what is given to us.
Stanski
June 15, 2023, ^
Steve Haarman 