Change of Mood

Dust of Snow

The way a Crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I rued

~ Robert Frost ~

Day Dream of Spring

Day Dream of Spring


The greening of grass, the first birds of Spring,
The sounds that they make as loudly they sing,
Their flitting about, a new hope that they bring.

The feel of new plowed earth upon your feet,

And new mown grass that smells so sweet.
Just to go out into warm, fresh air is a treat.

The crocus and the lilies are just budding out,
The honey bees starting to buzz about,
And the mushrooms in the woods coming up stout.

The sun up in the sky so warm and bright,
The Spring cleaning to get Winters cobwebs out of sight,
And clothing that is colorful, pretty and light.

But it's time to wake up from daydreams and get about,
For today, from a ten percent chance of snow,
I HAVE TO SHOVEL OUT.

Though very silly and really bad poetry, I am trying to
jinx Winter and bring in Spring.
The Groundhog saw his shadow here!