The rain that came in stead of snow
\nthey say will make the flowers grow;
\nthe leaves we piled upon their beds
\nhave now grown brown, no longer red;
\nand that same rain that soaked the leaves
\nhas turned them into soggy weaves
\nthat I must rake and stuff in bags
\nthat slowly sag like moldy rags.
\nBut out of this the sprouts emerge
\nto make me wonder if the birds
\nthat hang around will think them worms
\nand nip them off before their term.
\nBefore their term is like the weather
\nthat has drawn our friends of feather
\nso early north that there comes bobbin’
\na month ahead, red breasted robin.
\nSo early crows and robins swarming:
\nis this a sign of global warming?
\nAnd while I rake and stuff the leaves in
\nI ask if there’s snow in the coming season.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
NaPoWriMo day seven: Rhyming couplets for a change. The subject is too early spring. (#1058) Continue reading