Nineteen days ’til spring.
Someone please tell the flowers
They have bloomed too soon
Four hundred plus hours
Winter’s hand stays in command
Do calendars lie?
We suffered our share
Of thirty degree days, at
Least three by my count.
Today though, sun reigns
Warding off the brisk chill of
Florida’s winter.
And those who survived
Are made stronger still by that
Which has not killed us.
A little sarcasm on this Tuesday. Forgive me for basking in this beautiful day.
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 