Blissful Miss Spring: Dear Old Man Winter, I’m begging you please. Move over. Make room for the birds and some bees.
Old Man Winter: Silly Miss Spring. Get up off your knees. I’m still not prepared to cut back on the freeze.
Blissful Miss Spring: Sweet Old Man Winter, oh, just a slight breeze. One that will whistle through leaves in the trees.
Old Man Winter: Give a reason, just one if you please. A reason to bring back the birds and the bees.
Blissful Miss Spring: Gosh, Old Man Winter. Well – Geez Louise! It’s just about time that you catch you some Z’s!
Looking forward to a blissful beginning to another new spring. How about you?
This is in response to the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge – Threshold, as well as a blogger-friend’s reminder that it is poetry month. (Janna) (And I throw out the word “poetry” loosely!)