Missing Purple

Missing Purple

I know I should be thankful

There's no snow upon the ground.

But brown and gray, every day,

make me sad, profound.

I miss the color yellow,

and green, red, and blue.

I miss the orange poppies,

and every other hue.

But what I want to see the most,

that harbinger of Spring,

is a tiny purple crocus,

that sets my heart to sing.

(Photo credit: Iceland Photoblog)

Writer's Workshop - Oh, the Snow!

Last year at this time, there was a whole lot of snow! With around two feet of snow on the ground, it was hard to find important things like stairs, cars, etc. Here's my tribute poem to the snow.

Oh, the Snow!

Oh where, oh where has my garden gone?

Oh where, oh where could it be?

The bird bath is full, and the bushes are bare,

There's snow where the stairs used to be.

Oh where, oh where is my husband's car?

Oh where, oh where can it be?

We've run out of milk, and the chocolate is gone,

I'll have to walk to Speedy.

Oh why, oh why, is the snow falling down?

The dogs still have to go pee.

If I walk them now, they won't find the ground.

They'll squat in the snow and they'll freeze.

Oh where, oh where is the snow this year?

Oh where, oh where can it be?

There's only an inch of it, down on the ground.

Is that how this Christmas will be?