Thursday, March 20, 2014

Ode To Spring (In the Category of Want What You Have.)

It’s finally here,
After winter most drear’ --


I’ve a cold in my nose,
Which has hampered my prose.
My deadline is shot,
Due to copious snot.

The vortexes polar
Have been less than solar,
And my Narcissus, it seems,
Bloom less when it’s colder.

The croci are only just
Poking their tops in a
Quest for spring weather
That looks like a bust.

The forecast says sunshine,
Then rain, and then sleet.
As if Old Man Winter thinks
He can beat the power
of Sol at its vernal peak.


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