Spring Will be Pretty
By David Crawley
Spring will be pretty.
Just give it a week.
When flowers are blooming down by the creek.
Bees will be buzzing as trees start to bud.
But for the moment I'm covered with mud.
Snow has been melting, since winter is through,
Replacing the whiteness with puddles of ooze.
Next thing I knew, I stepped out of my shoes!
Mud on my ankles and mud on my clothes.
I stumbled face-first and got mud up my nose.
Spring will be pretty, but I must confess,
The first days of spring are a muckety mess!