ART & INSPIRATION FROM PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
“Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed has been, I have great faith in a seed… Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders.”
Henry David Thoreau
The calendar says that spring;s here, still snow lays on the ground.
The squirrels are very active now, they’re searching all around,
For things they buried long ago, it seems like years not days,
The fog still settles on the ground, creating morning haze,
Desiring much warmer weather, the river flows with ice,
The birds are singing their spring songs, it sounds so very nice,
The cold most tightly lingers on, the frost is in the air,
We long for the warmer climate, it doesn’t seem quite fair,
That the spring in Minnesota lasts only a few days,
We bounce from cold to melting down, we jump from ice to blaze,
But we, up here in the tundra, have learned how to adapt,
We’ll soon be wearing our flip flops with parkas and a hat.