Buds peek through, before the flowers bloom.
We see raincoats and hats, umbrellas too…
Little galoshes splash through the puddles,
mom makes chase, stays out of the muddle.
One day cold and rainy, the next warm and sunny,
snow melts, we see squirrels, birds and bunnies.
Muddy messes abound as outside comes in…
while amongst all the muck, new life begins.
Dawn Marie Paul 