I'm not sure how much
longer I can wait patiently
for spring to come.

The snow is all melted
and theres beautiful
sunny blue skies
and yet it is still cold.

So here I am dreaming
of warmer days
of wearing dresses without tights
and of doing homework in the grass.

This week's poem is fittingly carefree.
Hope it reminds you of childhood days
when coats are finally hung away
and feet run bare through green grass.

Daffodowndilly
She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead."

-A.A. Milne

brown eyed girl