Apr 15, 2020
1 min read
Complaint and Promise
a mud season sonnet
Mud and dirty ice surround us still,
Drip by day but freeze again by night–
One chickadee, one downy come to feed,
But mostly it’s still crows we see in flight.
If we get a bit of warmth, there’s rain;
If sun, the cold returns and chill winds blow.
Slush and muck are stuck to every shoe,
So nasty it can make us wish for snow!
Oh, come again the sun and warmer breeze!
Let lilies grow and…
