Sand-filled sidewalks!
When will spring show up!?
When will the sun warm the world?
then the lake stretched ahead
with patchy soft frozen ice.
and the sky filled with
ruffled, drifting clouds
geese calling to each other ~
pairing for new fluffy families
prehistoric looking trees ~ buds held tight
branches bravely bare, stand tall.
Grateful and content ~ I turned toward home
Puddled, sandy sidewalks merely a bother.
“You’re trying to eat grass that isn’t there.
Why don’t you give it a chance to grow?”
~ Richard Adams, Watership Down
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