Wet, sloppy, and grey,
I trudged through the slush and went on my way.
The skies were all leaden, the chill bit the air,
It seemed as if Springtime would never get there.
But it springs eternal, that Springtime, it does,
And bulbs pushed their green shoots on up through the snow.
The sweet, tender buds on the trees joined that effort
Assuring us all of Mother’s good nature.
Spring is on her way, she’ll be there tomorrow,
Just hold on to that, and see what will follow.
On the last day of Winter, I caught a nasty cold!