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Tired of the Snow

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .


I’m so tired,

so very tired of the snow,

another day, that’s gray,

snowflakes dancing about,

a sight to delight,

when winter has just stepped in,

now more white stuff all around.

Looked out of the window,

snow beginning to cover the ground,

wondering about tomorrow,

when the door to spring,

will finally open wide,

want to see crocuses,

springing from the ground -

so tired, so very tired of the snow.

I wonder if white’s a color?

I’d love to see green

and flowers in rainbow hues,

but outside the top color is white,

snow, snow all around,

joining the white stuff on the ground -

so tired, so very tired of the snow.

Waiting for the Spring

I woke up this morning,

to a gray and ordinary day,

outside the ground still covered,

with a blanket of white,

I feel another cold coming on -

Where, oh where is the spring?

I went to bed

and dreamed of meadows,

flowers blooming,

the perfume of lilacs in the air

and the sun so warm upon my face.

My eyes still shut -

I listened for the chirps of birds singing –

Is it spring yet?

I jumped out of bed,

to the window I did head,

I looked out and all about,

it was another gray and ordinary day –

Where, oh where is the spring?

© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee

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