Spring was waiting on the doorstep
This was the last chance
While other creatures slept
To dance around the countryside
So over the hills he skipped
And o’er the blackberry’s ruby leaves
It was over the thatches
And a whisper along the overhanging eaves
But best, oh best, oh best to Jack’s nimble mind
Was the sweep of his frosty fingers
O’er the water-filled ditches
To leave them
One last time
Very. Thinly. Rimed.
crispina kemp 
Brilliant! I love this. I can see him joyfully scampering about from here!
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Thank you, Violet. Such a shame we’ll soon have to tuck him away until next winter
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Well, we have a few months left on my turf, and I think I can say with some certainty, I’ll be ready to see him go by then.
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I’ve seen our forecast for the next 2 weeks and we have some more to come as yet. But I’m impatient to see and feel the sun!
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This is just brilliant, Crispina! I read this and watch the snow fall steadily from my office window. And, surprisingly, it doesn’t make me wish it was already spring (of course it is so mild today, too)
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Thank you, Dale. Such lovely compliments for this poem. I had to go back and read it cos I just remember it being such fun to write, so is everyone reading the same poem?
Okay, three nice comments a mega-ton does not make, but you know what I mean
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Sometimes we just hit the right notes that appeal to many! Likd this time.
Not that others don’t but some do more 🙂
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Yes, I know what you mean 🙂
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💞
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Beautiful and so eloquent
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Thank you, Sadje. I guess that’s cos it was fun to write 🥰
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🙏🏼🙌🏼
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🤗🥰
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Musical, whimsical and lyrical!
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Thank you. I enjoyed composing; I think it shows
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Lovely work Crispina!
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Thank you, Frank 🙂
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