MARCH 2019 -- A FICKLE SHADOW

A FICKLE SHADOW

That pesky rodent got it wrong

He predicted an early spring

But all I see are fields of white

That aren’t in a rush to leave.

Roads and walkways still need clearing

While schools need more snow days  

And anyone who ventures out

Will want their long-johns on.

So dream, my friends, of warmer days

Until this cold spell snaps

And never again pin sunny hopes

On a rodent’s fickle shadow.

FEBRUARY 2019 -- Won't You Be My Valentine?

Won’t you be my Valentine?

I promise to be kind.

When I peel an orange and eat the flesh,

I’ll save you the seeds and rind.

Please, please, be my Valentine.

I promise to be caring.

I’ll remember not to slurp my soup

And that toothbrushes aren’t for sharing.

Yes, if you’ll be my Valentine,

I promise that I’ll love you.

I’ll even wear that tie you bought,

But, Hon, your fanny gets the tattoo.