Old Cowbelle: Waiting for Spring
I haven't really minded the winter because I could be indoors most of the time, but I have to admit, it is getting a little old! So I dug out an old poem to try and imagine how it will be to see and smell the new season of spring.
There's something soft about the air,
when April breezes blow!
A clean, refreshing breath of spring,
that follows cold and snow!
The pungent smell of thawing earth,
the subtle hint of blooms,