Treasure Island

Joseph T. Renaldi

(Frackville, Pennsylvania)

Thoughts of Spring


A junco is sitting on the bird feeder,
Thoughts of warm weather enter my mind,
Though the winter winds are blustery,
I know that Spring is not far behind.

Though the sun is still hiding
Behind the dark, gloomy clouds drifting low,
I see pink and white blossoms in the treetops,
And colorful flowers pushing through the snow.

Succulent vegetation cover the meadows,
A variety of wildflowers on the hill,
Dreams of sunshine and elaborate gardens
In the midst of the late winter's chill.

Submitted: Sunday, June 19, 2005
Edited: Friday, August 19, 2005

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