Ohio - April

The sky's not blue,
the trees aren't green.
There's not one flower
to be seen.

The sky is grey,
the ground is, too.
Like frozen mounds
of bunny pooh.

Easter's coming
I can tell---
It's not the colors,
it's the smell.

Happy Easter, everyone!

(The trees were right to be scared; it's April 5th...and it's snowing.)