Endlessssssssss

Okay, I am now at my end,

This winter, no longer a friend.

The SNOW is too much,

My shovel, my crutch,

And HAPPY I cannot pretend.

At Christmas, the SNOW was the best,

Cheeks frosty and snowballs in jest,

But now IT MUST GO,

And GRASS, it MUST SHOW,

Fresh Spring my new dire request.

If I see another snow hill,

I’m desperately ready to kill,

A growl won’t do,

I’ll scream all day through,

Til springtime and green comes to thrill.

Paula Antonello, Limerick Poetry. Copyright: Wednesday, March 6, 2019.

Images: Endless WINTER! by P. Antonello.

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