Tuesday, February 24, 2009


Milkshakes come from cows
And shoes are made of leather
Exhaustion comes from running
And blue skies from pink-night weather

Lemons come from green trees
Fall comes from yellow leaves
Frost comes from nights of full moons
So winter wears woolen sleeves

Spring hops into the air
Like a rush of morning song
That sends the cows a chewing
to make milkshakes all along


Brambleberry said...

Loving these poems!

Holly said...

I like this line: "Winter wears woolen sleeves". Nice!!


Nadine said...

Did you write that? Very nice.