Icy morning fingers continue to explore <br />The sprigs of Spring much to her chagrin <br />Frozen flakes shiver as they fall once more <br />Soon to be dissolve as gentle raindrops begin <br /> <br />Unwillingly Winter’s grip is slipping away <br />Surrendering to gentler ways that nourish <br />Inching warmth prevails… as gray clouds stray <br />Allowing green growth and blossoms to flourish <br /> <br />3/18/08<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-109/
