AS WINTER PASSES OVER TO SPRING....IT BRINGS OUT THE ART IN US ALL...

The Season Hand Over

Pack away the skis, the crampons and ice axe
Put away the de-icer, the scraper and gloves
Store away the shovel, the salt and the grit
Winter has gone away at least for a while

Break out the bike, the boots and the clubs
Think on the garden, more heathers and shrubs
Dust off the barby and stock up on rose
Spring has arrived at least for a while

A Poem by
Mine Host