Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Spring will come.
I am sure of it.
The snow is melting
And I doubt its return,
For the last attempt
At keeping all frozen
Has not lasted a week.

There are fat robins
And plumb sparrows
Fluttering around the yard
The slowly turns to green.
They mean spring,
Spring is coming.
Finally.

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