Oh, showers please reemerge in the spring <br />Leave your remnants at the park till the shift changes <br />The new seasons gently nudge the ice to return in January <br />Allowing us, carefree and glad, to skate beside the boathouse <br />Beneath the cold, clear sky on frosty nights, the moon in our pockets <br /> <br />©2012 All Rights Reserved<br /><br />Holly Jamestone<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-boathouse/
