|photos by PSC / 2014|
The Camel’s Back
Right about the time the camel’s back is due to break,
when gardeners’ hands are itching for a shovel or a rake,
you’re sure to be a lunatic if you see one more flake –
then winter drops another foot of snow!
You don’t think you can make it through another frigid day.
Yearning for some blue sky (you’re so sick of all that gray)
you’ve not the slightest interest what the weatherman might say.
You’re ready to just pack your bags and go.
Then suddenly one morning, appearing without warning:
(it makes you wonder just how they could know
exactly when you need them most to show)
a robin – handsome fellow,
forsythia – bright yellow!
This camel’s safe it would appear…
that is, at least, for one more year.
Written for 2014 April PAD Challenge: Day 25 – A last straw poem: