When Spring Pops Up |
Coo's of turtle doves outside my window pane, a cold February morning, I hear chirping birds again. On my kitchen table, my poinsettia sits in fullest bloom, left from before Christmas by my tree in the living room. February dwindles down, March is on the way. Little indications prove, Spring will arrive one sunny day. We feel in the final countdown, two seasons duel it out. We know that Winter will be the loser, when Spring pops up and sprouts! Written by: S. Matheson 2/22/2005 |
