My calendar tells me it is spring,
But showers are dampening everything!
Flowers droop and bow their heads,
And pools are in my flower beds.
All through March the rains have "squalled"
As pretty weather has been stalled.
My trees, like cotton candy spun,
Are more than ready for some sun!
Fluff and fragrance in the air
Are spring's bright signals to prepare,
For sunny days must follow soon
As springtime sings her happy tune.
© 2011 Arlene Schwartzkopf