Monday, February 28, 2011

Longing

  It is the last day of February,
  the air is crisp and cold,
  snow flurries are softly falling,
  Oh, what a sight to behold.
  All things outside all beautiful,
  all covered in sparkling snow,
  but I want spring to come,
  and to hear the Robin sing,
  I am here,
  I sing,
  to let you know.

1 comment:

  1. I long to see my heavenly home! Thanks for sharing these thoughts!

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