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!