Spring will be pretty.
Just give it a week,
When flowers are blooming down by the creek.
Bees will be buzzing as trees start to bud,
But for the moment I'm covered with mud.
Snow has been melting, since winter is through,
Replacing the whiteness with puddles of goo.
This is such a truism. But don't you just love mud? Except when it's on paws of course. Beautiful blog BTW.
ReplyDeleteYes, we have a mucky mess here too. And, Sasha says it don't feel good on the paws at all. Love the ode to spring blog.
ReplyDeleteHaha, cute poem! ^.^
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