Winter's Final Picnic

Winter's Final Picnic

Winter set a picnic table

with a sparkling cloth of snow.

But one scruffy squirrel

was the only guest to show.

Squirrel brought his own lunch

packed away in his cheek.

He had a big, black walnut, 

dug up by the creek.

Squirrel gnawed on that nut.

He left shreds of shells all around.

He finished his messy meal.

Then he jumped down to the ground.

Spring came along 

and melted Winter's snow.

She tapped Winter on the shoulder

and motioned for him to go.

Winter grumbled a bit.

He coughed out a chilly breeze.

"Don't push me. I'm going," he bellowed.

"But I'll be back later, and I'll bring a hard freeze!"

Spring smiled and waved goodbye.

She said, "Yes, yes, I'm sure you will."

Then she taught the birds to sing again

and kissed a daffodil.

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Wishing a happy spring to all of my readers!

A Sure Sign

A Sure Sign

There are minor signs about.

Birds are singing in the trees.

Warm weather is calling, "Come out!"

Crocuses are buzzing with bees.

But the real sign that spring has arrived

is right here at my feet.

Not much of the road has survived--

just potholes where there ought to be street.

So... I hit a newly-formed crater.

My car lurched and jerked and sighed.

I knew it would happen, sooner or later.

My front tire hit a pothole and died.

Now, I've got a flat, and my axle is bent.

I think I heard laughter from the birds in the air.

My tire hit a pothole, and it's spent!

(Happy Spring to you! Aren't you glad that it's here?)

Well... at least, I do have a spare.