Dolores Quilts

Dolores Fegan Quilt Artist

Spring Lurks



An old poem that fits the season

Spring Lurks
The south wind has come calling
telling new jokes
that leave the trees
shaking with laughter.
She tickles the stately pine
and whispers soft innuendoes
His boughs bend
with embarrassment.
She whistles a gay tune
trying to lure me from the house
with bold rumors of spring
But I am not fooled.
I know she is a big tease
Spring may be lurking
around the corner
but winter is still here
to bully us.
Feb. 7th 2009

This morning’s sunrise




Author: Dolores

Quilt Artist, Poet, Avid Gardener

3 thoughts on “Spring Lurks

  1. Well done! I can feel the anticipation of spring and the shock of the unexpected morning frost…you know…the one that gets your lettuce seedlings just after you thought it was safe enough. Also, I love your morning sunrise…you early bird. Don’t you love being the first one up? It’s always my favourite time of the day. 🙂

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