Two old men in well-worn winter coats sun themselves on a park bench
as conversation dreamily turns its head toward the coming spring.
Sharp winds are a reminder that winter still has them in its grip.
Icicles grudgingly yield to the power of March’s sun
as crusty snow reluctantly withdraws from the building’s foot.
Wet black earth calls a solitary robin for a spring meal.
Dull and drab winter clothes are sorted, washed, wrapped, and put away
as sunny spring outfits anticipate a carefree outing.
Short sleeves and summer shoes are caught off guard by late season snow.
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Bicycles are warming up their leg engines for the coming spring and increased daylight hours 🚴🚵🎅
Very much looking forward to siting the solitary robin.
This will be my cue to bring out the spring outfits….short sleeves and summer shoes.
Larry, once I determined exactly what ‘sijos’ were I understood the style . The sense of joy in the anticipation of spring is evident in your writing. We look forward to Friday’s now for reasons other than happy hours. Thanks for always giving us a reason to celebrate the weekends, with your poetry, even in these bleak times. Ron
Larry, once I determined exactly what ‘sijos’ were I understood the style . The sense of joy in the anticipation of spring is evident in your writing. We look forward to Friday’s now for reasons other than happy hours. Thanks for always giving us a reason to celebrate the weekends, with your poetry, even in these bleak times. Ron