It’s Getting Somewhat Later in The Winter

Sunday sonnet

Photo by William J Spirdione

I know it's getting late, without a doubt,
when snow stuck to the driveway tends to melt
to pavement, where it’s mostly shoveled out
and even while the flurries fly, it’s felt.

And all the while, the sun warms troubles dry.
Sticks poke up through and greet the sky good day.
Snow has no trouble sparkling. Don’t care why.
Let’s watch the fluffy magic melt away.

I’m not complaining. I just rhyme to cope.
Snow keeps us in good spirits. Sprouts push through
this frozen landscape shortly, I do hope.
The scene seems all the same. Where’s something new?

The future’s looking brighter now to me.
It feels a little different. We shall see.

Photo by William J Spirdione

Thank you, The Daily Cuppa, for publishing these Sunday sonnets.