Wednesday, April 2, 2014

WINTER LINGERS by Edith Hewson


Winter Lingers

Morning has misty light
A lone loon far is calling -
The spring is passing slow
And SNOW? - In April falling?
The fields wait sogged and dressed
Still with cold cover lying.
Get on! Old rime! Old boggy crust!
Get on old winter dying!

by Edith Hewson