Turning to Spring

As the snow melts, I can hardly wait for winter to be over!

 

In yellow flowers
a bumble bee sings his song
floating in the breeze

          ~

As I cut the grass
a leopard frog hops away
annoyed by the sound

          ~

dark clouds dim the sky
children struggle with swim towels
left on line to dry

          ~

Swallows dive at me
as I walk under their perch
warning me away

          ~

My pale arms and legs
provide a perfect target
for hot summer sun

                                       –cj holm