The tender shoots have gone to bed
They chose to doze in spring instead
The cherry trees have gone to sleep
The willows now no longer weep !
All of God’s seeds are taking naps
Avoiding all the snowy traps
The season sure makes one big mess
With slosh and cold, I must confess.
Think of all the joy it will bring
When God appears in early spring
Returning treasures we had lost
To snow and ice and winter’s frost !
Claire V. Bogdanos 