View from my front window at 7:30 a.m. April 6
View from upstairs bathroom on side of house
View from back door onto porch.
I wrote this poem last year at exactly this time (it was April 4th). I just KNEW we were done with it yet!
Spring has played another joke
No flowers burst, no buds have broke
‘Gainst gusts and grippes our fires still smoke–
For Winter, us, will not unyoke.
Spring is just a jackanapes
Our bills get high as heat escapes
Through leaks and gaps behind the drapes–
We long for sun and scented ‘scapes.
Spring has bashed us with its bane
The blast blows past my bathroom pane
‘Til now we’ve managed to stay sane–
Our only hope’s the weather vane.
To boot, Spring’s pulled another prank
The forecasters have drawn a blank
While shov’ling yet one more snowbank–
Al Gore’s Truth’s what we can thank.
Spring gives us the old flim-flam
The twentieth was only sham
As lion jimmys window’s jamb–
We bide inside for promised Lamb.
Kathleen Mortensen ©2008