A junco is sitting on the bird feeder, <br />Thoughts of warm weather enter my mind, <br />Though the winter winds are blustery, <br />I know that Spring is not far behind. <br /> <br />Though the sun is still hiding <br />Behind the dark, gloomy clouds drifting low, <br />I see pink and white blossoms in the treetops, <br />And colorful flowers pushing through the snow. <br /> <br />Succulent vegetation cover the meadows, <br />A variety of wildflowers on the hill, <br />Dreams of sunshine and elaborate gardens <br />In the midst of the late winter's chill.<br /><br />Joseph T. Renaldi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-of-spring/
