Come On, Spring!

Could there be a brighter harbinger?

 

 

 

A panorama of flowers trying to ward off the mean old cold

 

 

The bright early plum

She wants to bloom free

Says winter’s a bum

I agree with the tree

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Apples, coaching the laggard trees beyond

And the moss the moss on the stone is listening

As is the little strawberry nestled in the hay

Spring is coming, surely any day!

 

MARCH SNOW?  NO!