My mother grew up with
late springs;
Ice instead of loons
cold waiting for robins
and the picnic lunch
way into july.
No wonder she never
promised us nice weather
She knew better.
Up North
My mother grew up with
late springs;
Ice instead of loons
cold waiting for robins
and the picnic lunch
way into july.
No wonder she never
promised us nice weather
She knew better.
