Waiting For Spring

To The Thawing Wind by Robert Frost

Come with rain, O loud Southwester!

Bring the singer, bring the nester;

Give the buried flower a dream;

Make the settled snowbank steam;

Find the browns beneath the whites;

But whatever you do tonight,

Bathe my window, make it flow,

Melt it as the ice will go;

Melt the glass, and leave the sticks

Like a hermits crucifix;

Burst into my narrow stall;

Swing the picture on the wall;

Run the rattling pages o’er;

Scatter poems on the floor;

Turn the poet out the door.

A Silly Spring Poem

I love this rock,

With it's wood and rock.

The ice that clings

Like a woolen sock.

It'll stay there

Til the weather is fair,

When it will melt away

Like a frilly frock.

It is so much fun

To see the slush

Form

Beneath your shoe.

It will make you wet,

But what they heck.
A tasty treat, 

For those fast red feet.

Of the elusive red squirrel

If it comes near the house,

It will be treated like a mouse

AND!!!!!

Happy Spring Everyone !!!!!