May bustles in on windy feet
And sweeps my doorstep and my street.
I washes and cleans with pounding rains,
Scrubbing the earth of winter stains.
I shakes the grime from carpet green
Till naught but fresh new blades are seen.
Then, house in order, all neat as a pin,
I do ushers gentle springtime in.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Added by Pikiteniang Swefil på 8:04 PM