A Favorite Poem for the Coming of Spring

EARLY SPRING

The dog writes on the window with his nose.

If I remember correctly, the poet is Philip Whelan. ????

It rained yesterday, but today the sun is shining. The piles of snow are smaller. The sun feels so warm when it shines in March even when the air is cold. And around here, it doesn't shine very much in March, so I'll be outside today soaking it up. Maybe a slog through the mud at the Barky Park with Georgia, who is sad because her legs are too short for her nose to reach the window and she's not allowed on the new couch. Another artist stifled! She's saving all the suffering for when she gets opposible thumbs and can write her memoirs.

I apologize that this looks like the large print version of Luminiferous Ether. Blogger won’t let me vary the size of the font within the post!