The snow settles
on the bourgeoning
honeysuckle leaves
around our
kitchen door
It looks like
fake blossom
Our cat is stationed
under the nesting birds
twittering in the tree
at the bottom
of the garden
Shivering in his
thick fur coat
And I determinedly
slip, slip, slip
across the road
for my
morning paper
Trying out my
new sandals
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Welcome to the British Spring. Good poem Made me laugh thanks for sharing