SIGNS OF SPRING
It won’t be very long now
Til winter skies turn blue;
Til North winds change direction;
And groundhog dreams come true.
The days are getting longer;
The mercury’s rising higher;
Seed catalogs in the mailbox
Every gardener to inspire.
The purple crocus are pushing
Up through cracks in frozen ground,
And bird watchers are excited
To see robins coming ‘round.
But one sure sign of early spring
And that the sun is playing for keeps
Is a present from my husband -
My first box of marshmallow Peeps!
He knows they are my favorite-
These chicks without a nest,
And that of all the pastels
I like the yellow ones best.
There’s something about that first box
When winter turns to spring;
My heart melts like the snowy ground
And my soul begins to sing.
That box of sticky goodies
Is such a tasty treat,
A token of his love for me
A remembrance very sweet
That we’ve come through another winter
Forty-three since we were wed,
And life just keeps getting better
‘Cause Springtime’s just ahead.
Written by Joan Rowden Hart at 9 p.m.Wednesday evening, February 15 while eating my first box of Peeps in 2005.
It won’t be very long now
Til winter skies turn blue;
Til North winds change direction;
And groundhog dreams come true.
The days are getting longer;
The mercury’s rising higher;
Seed catalogs in the mailbox
Every gardener to inspire.
The purple crocus are pushing
Up through cracks in frozen ground,
And bird watchers are excited
To see robins coming ‘round.
But one sure sign of early spring
And that the sun is playing for keeps
Is a present from my husband -
My first box of marshmallow Peeps!
He knows they are my favorite-
These chicks without a nest,
And that of all the pastels
I like the yellow ones best.
There’s something about that first box
When winter turns to spring;
My heart melts like the snowy ground
And my soul begins to sing.
That box of sticky goodies
Is such a tasty treat,
A token of his love for me
A remembrance very sweet
That we’ve come through another winter
Forty-three since we were wed,
And life just keeps getting better
‘Cause Springtime’s just ahead.
Written by Joan Rowden Hart at 9 p.m.Wednesday evening, February 15 while eating my first box of Peeps in 2005.
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