Sunday Sonnet

Snow on a branch

Has Spring sprung?

Spring won’t spread its sunny sensitivities yet.

Why must snow simmer in the clouds?

Why must snow slither silently from the sky?

March is a lion more like a bear when snow flies everywhere.

Sensitive sinuses susceptible to snow induced seething allergens.

Old Man Winter won’t cease his stranglehold on sane creatures.

Send this sullen beast of snow and sniffles to San Francisco.


Behold Spring will send sensual flowers.

From snow-covered grasses to sunny sandy beaches.

Seasons stand but only momentarily.

Simply stated Spring will send joyful songs of birds.

Soon simple stratus clouds will sear the sky.

Spring will soon surprise.


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