Spring is near. Oh dear, no, spring is here.

It's the end of the month; time to round it up with a rhyme. April Fools! That was yesterday.

I kind of forgot. I'm right at the turning point in my WIP and all I want to do is work on my book. My blog has been neglected, thus my rhyme is a day late. Oh well. It's also a month late. I wrote it last month when spring was near--not here. But today feels like winter--at least here in Utah. We woke to 4 inches of snow on the ground. My husband is skiing today. So I think my rhyme--as pathetic as it is (I opted for another poem last month)--will fit in.

WHEN SPRING IS NEAR

When spring is near

it brings a tear

of gladness to my eye.

Budding green

in every scene,

framed by crisp blue sky,

is there to see

for you and me,

and bid the snow goodbye.