[Knitting A Conundrum]

Snow, Snow, Snow

I’m tired, I’m tired of winter snow,
I’m tired of snow - let’s go
to bask beneath the warm sun’s glow
where zephyrs soft and gentle blow
and green the leaves and grasses grow.

You cannot leave the winter so,
You cannot leave, o don’t you know,
So whitely watch the fall of snow
and plan your garden til you know
that after winter spring will glow.

And it won’t be long, I’m sure, you know
That you’ll be complaining about the heat.

[Soaring Feather]

Snow, Snow, Snow

I understand! Nice poem Knitting.

We are having an open winter so you have my sympathy.