2/17/11

Middle of February


Middle of February

Trees are dark and bare
The ground is torn
No color anywhere
Even the sky is forlorn

Only grays and browns
Not blue, green, or white
Leaves, not to be found
Branches, an ugly sight.

Yet, a bird sings
In the distance near
A hint of spring
In the air, so clear

The weather is nice
Not rain or snow
The earth is tired of ice
Spring is soon to show!