All else should stand aside
When gentle days of spring arrive
In the warmth of light remembered
There are weeds to pull
Seeds to plant
And sun in which to bask in joy
Tomorrow, stark fingers of winter
May yet reach out
To pull ragged, greying clouds
Across the sun
Plunging one and all behind
A veil of grim and mist
All else should stand aside
As spring days shine
Today is golden daffodils
Tulips newly budding
Purpose fresh and burgeoned
Hope and heart’s breath
Tomorrow is…. tomorrow
-kelley green
GrnGrl 