Drip, drip, drip
down the ivy lattice;
past the butterfly haven
and onto my frozen garden.
Snoozing, snoozing
are the tiny purple crocus;
nestled with bulgy tulip bulbs
in rock solid soil stiffer than ice.
Drip, drip, drip
are dangling wet icicles;
all pooling atop the mounds
gathering crystals in the snow!
Snoozing, snoozing
on my comfortable bed,
pup curled at my frozen feet,
just waiting for the drip, drip, drip;
March melting once again!
Patti Wolf 