March bustles in on windy feetAnd sweeps my doorstep and my street.
She washes and cleans with pounding rains,
Scrubbing the earth of winter stains.
She shakes the grime from carpet green
Till naught but fresh new blades are seen.
Then, house in order, all neat as a pin,
She ushers gentle springtime in."
Susan Reiner
1 comment:
I love that poem Julie! And look at Winslow go...he's almost a blur!
Your house looks beautiful, as usual!
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