Friday, March 2, 2012

Rhyme Royal

Spring Snow 

Wind whistles briskly past my covered ears.
My fingers tingle at spring’s chilly breath.
My cheeks feel raw, I blink away the tears.
Though spring snow has its lovely lacy frills,
I long for sun and cheery daffodils.
And so I’ll shovel till my skin turns blue.
For what else can a Coloradan do?

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