The Delightful Butterfly


DSC_0571It’s been one of those couple of months.  Just cold.  Really cold.  Last year we experienced extremely cold temperatures as well.  I was inspired then to write a poem to Old Man Winter.  It was a bit satirical and very sarcastic.  I gave him “what for.”  Don’t get me wrong, I like the seasons – all of them.  But extreme cold sucks.  I prefer a snowy winter with temps in the 20’s.  Heck, I could even handle the teens at this point.  But single digits and below zero can kiss my ice cold ass.  I am anxious for spring and warmer weather.  I am longing for a landscape with some color instead of the drab grays and browns.   I long for the warmth of the sun instead of the blanket of dreary clouds or the blinding glare of a taunting sun that is incapable of warming anything.  I long for…

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