I like to drive from northern cold
In late winter or the early spring,
Down to warmer southern climes,
Where trees are already blossoming.
My sullen heart will get an early lift,
When I reach the middle states;
And see how Nature, south to north,
Sweetly shrugs off her winter weights.
White blossoms will accent forest edge,
Sunday, March 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nature