Writing Workshop

The Yellow top of a ride on car

A red plastic tractor that hasn't gone far

The sandpit lid sits all forlorn

For no children are out this morn

A whirligig, not spins or holds

Any gently drying clothes

The children's slide, swing and balls

Still hiding under previous icy snow falls

But there is signs of life and hope

In my garden with its slope

A robin red breast pecks away

On a bird feeder filled today

The Brussels sprouts stand proud and tall

Some leeks too survived the snow fall

Inside, all warm I scheme and plan

for spring to come and lend a hand

For this winter has been hard

Snow is still falling on this yard

This was inspired by the view out of my kitchen window, for the writing workshop at Sleep is for the weak