Posted by: Jonathan Caswell | April 12, 2012



by Jonathan  Caswell

Springtime winds fly cold and clear,

Hard to see the Redwings I hear…

Misty fog like angel veils

Rustles trees on hills and dales.

Budding trees and rushing waters,

Peeper frogs breed sons and daughters…

Springtime croci and daffodils

Color up gardens and hills.

Rushing wind is blowing strong,

Pushing rain clouds fast along…

Not much snow we had my dear,

Will the gardens get watered this year?




  1. Super write! excellent with the wording

    • Thanks, Boss. Sometimes it just rolls off the tongue, I mean, pen.

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