Tuesday, April 8, 2008

And Suddenly Spring

The winds of March were sleeping.
I hardly felt a thing.
The trees were standing quietly.
It didn't seem like spring.
Then suddenly the winds awoke
They raced across the sky.
They bumped right into April,
Splashing springtime in my eye.

by Margaret Hillert (1920-     )

No comments:

The Rams Horn

The Rams Horn on Facebook