Linda Dessaint Fine Art

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Well, Dears

It’s another morning

Cold on the toes

With not much scratching

To be had

The ground is froze

No worm or bug today

My dears 

But we shall look

Be it in vain

The hope of spring

Is in the air

We hear the stirrings

Down below

The whispering of things

To grow

The waking up of buttercup

The rolling from the bed

Of bug

The crocus yawns

Beneath the lawn

The murmuring of

Juicy slug

We hear the close of

Winter’s door

We’ll keep the faith

And scratch some more

Sara Mathews  February 2016