odd weather continues.
we must be a fraction from calamity.
it's serious.
warm, it rains; cold it snows.
easy comes, easy goes,
seems delirious
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
odd weather continues.
we must be a fraction from calamity.
it's serious.
warm, it rains; cold it snows.
easy comes, easy goes,
seems delirious
this is the finish of winter;
or is it too early to end?
i have tea and am thinking, it's February,
as i watch a thickness of white flakes drop from the sky.
the rabbits are hidden,
had a terribly cold month.
now it's snowing heavily .again.
winter won't surrender.