Mountain Spring Time

Old Man Winter began to shave His white beard shorter day by dayBalding head with white tufts plain Sideburn whiskers yet remainRidges, crevices of his nose All his wrinkles full exposed Now grow tender fuzzy hairEager sprouts on mountains fairWhile he closes eyes to slumberSweating in the noonday sun Rivulets pour from his crown RiverContinue reading “Mountain Spring Time”