My newest poem…

Wrote this while i was putting Zander in the shower, of all things.

“The world still clings to winters chill

and the air around me seems so still

the suns warmth cant seem to reach the earth

and still we hope for springs rebirth

the air is crisp, the wind is cold

but winters power is growing old

first new leaves, fresh green grass

spring is coming, winter’s passed.”