Appreciate each season, never knowing which one will be the last.
Not sure if spring will be a new thing each year, as the winter times seem to be melting away these days. Unseasonably high temperatures throughout most of the winter months in recent years seems to be happening everywhere. Poor Mother Nature. She must be so confused.
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Perhaps the above poem would provide inspiration for a new poem about the winter that never came. But I sure hope winter will visit again. I do so love the changing seasons. Theresa M
So is it winter or is it spring?
— Theresa M ☘️❣️ (@thetreezz) February 28, 2024
What’s with this up and down
temperature thing?
Should I stay inside and hide
in bed?
Or go sit outside in
the sun instead?
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