Remember When…
The Spring That
Wasn’t
By Kim Smith
Everyone, impatiently,
Looked
out to see,
If the
slightest of buds
Were
on any tree.
If no buds could be seen
On magnolia or birch,
They’d gaze at forsythia,
And long for a truce.
A truce with Old Man Winter,
With his harsh and cruel ways,
That he’d surrender his grip,
Allowing warm, sunny days.
Would he relent?
Give up his great power?
Was his vengeance all spent,
For even an hour?
Mid-April arrived,
No end seemed in sight;
The trees stood in stillness,
The snow, still a blight.
It wasn’t ‘til May,
That Winter moved on;
He’d had his fun,
And finally was gone.
Kim Smith has published several children’s books. A portion of the sale
of those books supports the Senior Scribes Scholarship Fund. Get the
list of book titles here
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