The same thing
For
Breakfast
Each
Day
I’m
In a rut
You
Could
Say
Waiting for
Color
To
Come
Nature’s
Work
Finally
Done
spring plantings in place
anxious to watch them growing
worth long winter wait
Better to
Bend
Than to
Break
Buckets of rain
Pouring
Down, down
Cleansing
Winter grime from the
Ground, ground
Wind like
A lion’s roar
Sounds, sounds
Whipping
Soaked leaves all
Around, around
Behind cloud’s veil
Sun is
Bound, bound
Wondering where
Spring can be
Found, found
Prim and
Proper
In
Her gown
Ready for a
Night
On
The town
The
Winter cold
Goes
On and
On
I
Can’t wait
For
It to be
Gone
Petals
Wrapped up
Tight
Inside
Until
Unfurled
And opened
Wide
