Aged

There’s a bite to the cheese
that gets better with age
A sweetness in wine
that appeals to the sage
But regardless of care
Or the potions you’ve tried
Our head loses face
The more age is applied.

S’no More!

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cabin fever, no more snow, Poetry, think spring

The snow capped trees are drooping from the weight
Of crystal ice and snow I’ve come to hate
A little taste of beauty is enough
I’ve had it with this fluffy, flaky stuff!
The skiers are elated as they glide
While I am irritated as I slide
Around a yard that’s now a skating rink
And so I close my eyes and calmly think
Of daffodils all lined up in a row
Beneath the several feet of ice and snow
I see the hollyhocks all standing tall
And creepy crawling vines along the wall

Excuse my manners here for just a bit
It’s time for Spring! I’ve had it with this shit!