There is a season called spring
that I know nothing of.
I’ve never seen the flowers
that come from April showers.
Spring in my mind
has only brought pooling water
with garbage intertwined.
My faithful Xtratufs are ready.
I know they’ll go steady
for yet another round.
Sloshing through the mud
and the muck on the ground.
I keep my winter gear near
knowing that winter is still really here!
But soon the melting ice and snow will clear, and summer will appear!
By: Wrangellmtngrl