The first day of spring,
and it looks like it too.
Fresh footprints in the backyard snow.
A bird or two in the bare branches.
The heater’s turned down to medium.
The laundry’s hanging out on the line.
. . . . .
The first day of spring,
and it looks like it too.
Fresh footprints in the backyard snow.
A bird or two in the bare branches.
The heater’s turned down to medium.
The laundry’s hanging out on the line.
. . . . .