Spring time weather,
No matter where you are,
Is always full of surprises.
Today it will be heaven,
74 and fair,
Saturday it will be snowy,
Windy and cold,
Full of Arctic air.
I have flowers to plant,
Flowers to save,
Why oh why can’t
We just keep
The nice days?
© Elaine Wood-Lane
4/14/16
My writing brain is fried this morning, hence this little simple poem about the weather. It’s rather like being in an elevator with one other stranger. One always ends up talking about the weather. Have a wonderful day, whatever your weather today!
Sunshine Lane 