Spring

The Romantic Poet and his lovely bride.

(A contributed poem on the joys of spring to the Jimtown Enquirer by an anonymous poet who goes by the nom de plume Pidgeon McWiggan but who is actually Jesse McWade of Amherst)

SPRING

Dirty days without a hint of sun

Dreary snowbanks and sludge covered streets

Too warm for big coats

Too wet for nice things

You can see it

But it’s not here yet

Or maybe it is

Muck and cigarette butts

Spring is sprung