Blah!

Here it is nearly Spring.
I try to hold on
This I sing......

Hopes toward Winter
leaving
with Bluster

Trying to delve
digging
to Muster

Calmness
Serenity
Quiet Reprieve

Will Old Man
Winter
Never us leave?

As Older I grow
More Impatient
I become

Heralding the coming
Predicting
Outsung

The wild winds keep
blowing, the snow
falls again

Onward and Upward
Spirits rise
and then

March will be
leaving
April Flowers will Send!