Took wild thing a while to figure out the new way of posting, but here she is.
She woke up this morning with the first lines of the following poem. She wrote them down and, half asleep still, knitted on the rest. No master piece, but it it conveys the sentiment. Maybe it wakes up dovetale bloggers.


winter blues

will winter melt
away now
will water again
run free

will flower fairies
waken
will birds &frogs
sing songs

will trees shake off
their icicles
sap coursing through
their veins

will skates & skis
be stored away
will boats & bicycles
be seen

will nature fold away
white robes
and reappear in
green

Hey, wild thing used fancy lettering. Blog publishing is too prozaic for that.