Saturday, April 21, 2012

April Snow......by Joyce Riley



Blossoms fall, branches bend,

And Crocus bows to winter’s end;

Yet, even as the snow is falling,

I hear the sounds of springtime calling.

Melting ice begins to flow.

A neighbor’s rooster starts to crow.

And Robin, singing to his mate,

Doesn’t care that spring is late.

So, with boots and parka on,

I sweep the porch and tend the lawn.

Then, upon the windowsill

Place a blooming daffodil.

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