That old man winter almost done it again
Had me plumb tuckered out
Till that sun come round the bend
From his darkness
comes life wrapped in a golden hue
In the suns early rays
Soaking up it’s morning dew
Life springs forward!
Bountiful, beautiful, and new!
Every time I write one of these I feel like I have already read this somewhere. Gosh I hope not and not a good indicator of my memory capabilities at this later stage.