Springtime arrived in February this year. Warmer than usual and pretty dry. No roaring lion this March - it arrived mellow as a little kitty cat. The huge old pussy willow in the yard is a blossom with pollen and inviting all the bees around to take some home. 
There are pussy willows
Clad in furry goods,
And a robin singing
In the maple woods.
There's a springing crocus,
And a budding larch,
Who'd ever think the Springtime
Came along in March.
Anonymous
No comments:
Post a Comment