'Warmer Days' Poem by Linda Winchell

In the high forties today,
Snow is melting quickly away.
Revealing shades of its kept secrets beneath,
Another season of its yesterdays.

Soon flowers will be poking up their perfumed heads,
To grace the earth yet once again.
Birds returning to build and sing their songs,
While someone reminises memories of a dearest freind.

Warmth has a way of doing that,
Melting away much more than snow covered lanes.
It also melts away frosted cobwebs covered,
Of ones minds once snowcovered window pane.

Eyes more sharply viewing,
Seeing things somewhat clearer than once before.
Yes.... the warmth of spring in the air,
Will always uncover so much more that lay below.