Saturday, end of Feb

Winter.
The seemingly never ending season
Begins to loosen its grasp
Over the sky

And then?

Say goodbye to cold rain
Days of gray
And seasonal coffee.
For me,
Even pumpkin flavor
Has lost its charm.

I passed the test
Now let’s move on.
Her name is Sue-
A wrangler in blue
And she practically begs
To disrobe.

When we cross a bridge
She practically hums
Shining
Singing
At her best
Baking in the sun
Sue, she sure is fun
Gypsy socialite forever on
The run
(ode to my jeep)

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