Think we need to see some pink.
That snow is making spirits sink.
And all that ice! It isn’t nice.
So when will it melt? Let’s roll the dice.
Mondays are one special gift for this sweet senior gal.
She always smiles for quite a while when she first sees her pal.
I see such grace upon each face.
Some always get along.
They sing with purrs, in snores, the cure!
Peace, such a blessed song.
Winter’s white is quite the fright as we look out the door.
I’ve had had the flu. That made us blue.
I just can’t take much more!
Snow and ice aren’t very nice,
once thoughts have moved to spring.
Still sleeping in can be a win,
such warmth those blankets bring.
Winter wears her charms.
At two below, with fresh snow.
Warms cold hearts and souls.
Take those bright flowers.
Even if they last an hour.
Tonic for your soul.