Easter is a time
for change, sunshine,
but where's the sun
as I look out my,
window this easter
morning, what is this
I see, not more snow,
rain is ok, but
snow no, snow I
thought I had seen
the last of you,
but you just keep
coming, so white
is the ground as
snow flakes keep
falling and falling.
They say if it
rains easter sunday,
for seven sundays
we shall have rain.
Does this mean
that now for seven
sundays we shall have
snow falling on us?
Sun last few weeks
you have been so
kind to us, please
pay us a visit,
once again and
bring comfort to
these old bones of
mine once again.
They say we need
the moisture, so
rain wake up and
please fall on us, once again.
(4-8-07)
I love the snow, but that is the Child in me reaching out again, where I work the Children and I often have snow-ball fights, allbeit less and less it seems as climate changes I just can't seem to help myself, Still brings a smile for some This year I started a snow-ball fight and before I new it I was being bomb-barded from all dirrections, to the point of me having to make a quick exit inside the building I guess some of us never really grow-up completely Take care Jim and Thankyou for yet more of your lovely lines Love duncan X
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We had snow here on Good Friday and I thought how appropriate. God's frozen tears. Lovely poem, Jim. I am sure that rain is just around the corner and more sunshine too. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra