write another poem

i love to write poems but i want to write another one.

When Spring finally came in
Winter finally went home
and it was a pleasant surprise
and those mountains of snow
looked like little sno-cones
right before our very eyes

The sun it got bright
and the robins came back
and a flower peeked up through the mud
and I thought about life
and I thought about hope
and I thought about all the above

The neighbors went back
to helping themselves
and the coats all went back with the hats
and I tried to connect
with an old flame of mine
but I didn’t know where she was at

And the buds any day
will break open and bloom
and the circle of life will begin
and I will walk out
in that fresh air of spring
from the very same door I walked in