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 By Rondo, Poet and Balladeer Dear friends, I have returned. How many of you are sick of winter? I know my siblings and I are. Enough already! It isn't that we've had much in the way of snow here. No, but the cold! That is another matter. It's a wonder we haven't lost the tips of our toesies. Oh, Grammy! I know we haven't been outside but there were times when you opened that balcony door to shovel snow and let in that nasty frigid air. We could very well have been frozen popsi-cats if we hadn't burrowed into warm blankies. Stop interrupting! This is my blog. My apologies, friends. The old dear is a challenge at the best of times and now she's feeling a little better... well she's a major Twitch in the Whiskers. Shush, Grammy!  So ... We kitties are more than ready to have windows opened to air this place out. During the old crone's bout with the flu we had days that were above zero and we opened windows to send those flu bugs on their way to places frigid where they might freeze to death. Unfortunately, it hasn't been enough. We never want them back here, EVER. BUT, it seems a few of those critters are malingerers and are slowing Grammy down and keeping our windows sealed. So HURRY UP SPRING! Friends, I shall now do my part to encourage spring with a few poems. Oh it cannot come too soon. No siree. Here goes. Enjoy!  Birdie Birdie birdie in the tree, Won't you come and visit me? Bring your twigs to make a nest Then set upon those eggs and rest. And when those babies chirp for food You'll elevate my int'rest and my mood!  Crocus Little crocus 'neath the snow so deep Wake up from your winter sleep The sun shines down and warms your bed So ope your eyes and raise your head. Time you push through, take a peek For winter's 'most o'er and it's you I seek.  Buds I see the buds upon the tree, Nubs on branches, they are wee But as they swell They'll soon burst free And shower us with their heav'nly smell. Friends, I hope this helps. See you again soon...... © Whiskers, Mouse, Sweetie, Etude & Rondo - Mischief and Mayhem Central Please friends, comments are welcomed... but let's keep it light and fun. I'll try to respond in verse but cannot promise.
8 Comments
Patrice Davidson
3/12/2018 10:06:28 am
I love your blog and poems. I watch for them all the time. You are a magnificent balladeer!! <3 3/12/2018 10:52:32 am
You watch for them all the time?
Terry Loftin
3/12/2018 12:16:31 pm
Your beautiful poetry has brightened my day!It makes my Spring Fever bearable!💖🌞 3/12/2018 04:00:35 pm
Aunty Terry, Bearable you say.
anne
3/12/2018 01:47:20 pm
My Dad used to poemize in the spring too. "Spring is sprung, the grass is riz, I wonder where the birdies iz?" An old chesrnut I'm sure, but then I AM an old chestnut! Love your rhymes. 3/12/2018 03:58:38 pm
Thank you, Grammy and her mummy used to play with words and rhymes and yes, that is an old chestnut but a fun one.
Edie Chase
3/15/2018 01:55:25 pm
Oh the spring I long to see, how I wish the snow would flee. Those were some great poems, Rondo. 3/15/2018 02:10:12 pm
You're gentle rhymes, my dear Aunt Edie, Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
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