Cuts on my fingers,
Aches in my joints.
No not a fight,
Spring cleaning’s the point.
Pull out clothes worn,
In the Spring and Summer.
Exchange them with,
Winter ones that are warmer.
Donate the good things,
That fit no more.
Stick to and complete,
This seasonal chore.
Then sweep and rake,
The rocks and sand.
Start to feel,
Blisters on my hands.
Make a pile,
Burn the brush.
Fire will go out,
Before the coming dusk.
Wake up and see,
Sunrise across the land.
As the plantings peek through,
New life they demand.
- Author: WriteBeLight ( Offline)
- Published: April 12th, 2017 06:00
- Category: Special occasion
- Views: 40
Comments7
Well written and expressed Great write. Spring cleaning can be a real chore at times
I always feel better when it's done. But, my hands get beat up by the boxes, raking, etc. And, my back and joints get a rough workout too. Thanks Tony!
Welcome
Might do the planting. Otherwise no.
Ha Ha. I'll drink to that!
Good write.
Thank you orchidee!
Love this WBL..
Really so very good...
Thanks P.H. I plan to get more done outside this weekend. It is a long weekend for us with Patriots Day on Monday. Finally, back in the 60's. Was 90 the other day. Too early for that kind of heat. Thanks again!
Oooh - -Spring cleaning is always a chore - I always tackle the garden first - - good reminder my friend,.
Thanks Fay, fellow poet friend! It is great to finally get outside. Got back from my morning walk just now and really looking forward to being outside all weekend!
Nice one HONEY and a Seasonal reminder ! Spring would be the perfect Season if they moved SPRING CLEANING to Summer Scrubbing or even Autumn Ablutions or Winter Washing ! Hugs BRIAN XOX Please check my Poems ~ Thanks B
Hey Dear Brian! We really need to clean up around here. The heavy snow pounds everything down. The warm sunshine is planned for the next days! So great this time of year! I appreciate your comment 🙂
Good fun write, I do think about Spring Cleaning but then go and sit down with a glass of red until the thought disappears.
Ha Ha. You are funny. I usually sit on the deck after my chores are done with a glass of wine, cheese and fruit and admire my hard work. Love the warm sunshine, as well. But, I agree sometimes just do the latter 🙂
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