A SPRINGTIME POEM ENTERED FOR THOSE WHO APPRECIATE MY POETRY.... [and thank you for that.]

(Written in Spring, 1995)

The days are growing longer;
The fields are turning green;
The birds came North
to build their nests,
They sit around and preen.

I love the springtime weather-
The air is brisk and cool.
I also love the Winter-
I am a skiing fool.

But when it comes to Summer,
It simply gets too hot!
I must sit back and take it-
a war that can't be fought.

Soon flowers will be sprouting,
their blooms will scent the air;
Mosquitoes, gnats and horseflies
will buzz around my hair...

The air will get real muggy,
and sweat will wet my brow-
I guess I'll live through summer
But sometimes I don't know how!

[...and predictions tell us we'll sample some summer heat before this week is over... hmm, fun!] (?)

Love you,
"Cranberry Jo"