It is beginning to look a lot like Spring
Everywhere I go, I see melting snow
As I venture about I am anticipating...
Smiling as I go, walking nice and slow
Looking beneath dry brown brittle foliage
Searching for a glimpse of sprouting green...
A prelude to daffodils at the sidewalk's edge
Visualizing a colorful change to the scene
A squirrel approaches…getting very close
Sitting upright, with paws poised together
His eyes affixed to mine…wiggling his nose
As though to say, isn't this lovely weather…
2/2/2012
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Very nicely written, Theresa, Provokes in me the memory of the seasons. Something magic is in the transmission between them