Erin Davis lives and writes in Spokane, Washington.
When snow comes in March,Drunk winter belches, knows it’sAlmost closing timeThere’s nothing worse thanThe guest who stumbles, gets sickAll over his shoes
Here, on the East Coast, I'm getting pelted with rain. This poem hit me just right.Cheers!`x~William.
Now we have been experiencing single digit temps overnight and in the morning. Spring just seems impossible at this point!Thanks for your comment, William. I am enjoying your blog!