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Bubbles on the Snow

Posted on | March 27, 2008 |

Woke up this morn only to find fresh snow
Someone better tell mama nature for
she has messed things up.
Isn’t it Spring?

Doesn’t matter to me,
don my winter gear determined
to create my own spring

The sun is a spring sun,
bearing down on me, the snow
wet.
Slowly,
pouring the mix in the pan, and
grabbing my favorite wand.

A breezy tide draws the bubbles out
dancing languidly then laying on the snow
these translucent summer globes.

Mashing the seasons like the
mud pie I soon will be making cause

April soon will be here
and the snow will be clear.

Category: poems for children

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  1. David
    March 27th, 2008 @ 9:59 pm

    Hey Jenn, I just love you poems, always so in depth and captivating. Thanks for entering the contest and writing about it, truly appreciate it.

    David’s last blog post..Joy in the morning

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