Poem: When Spring Time Comes

We emerge from hibernation
Pale creatures shedding our winter coats
We sniff the warm air cautiously
Is that a bee that just floated by my head?

Spring time fuzzes are mysterious buggies
And many a headache and plugged noses
We realize how ugly the trees look
Without their coverings
All grey and scraggly and worn out

At last, we think, some green and flowers
Blue skies and picnics in the sun
We hope for a long spring and summer

We hope for thunderstorms and ice tea
And listening to the skies when it rains
Mostly we hope for how it was
Before winter came to us

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