'Out the Farmhouse Window'

Out the farmhouse window

And much to my dismay

I see the dreary skies of February

And not the warmth of May.

Trees are bare, snow's on the ground

Nary a blade of grass can be found.

Out the farmhouse window

And much to my chagrin

I see bare limbs and empty pots

Where my garden had been.

Seems forever since the flowers bloomed

Winter days are long and filled with gloom.

Out the farmhouse window

And much to my delight

Winds are blowing, skies are blue

It's time to fly a kite.

Days grow longer, the sun is warm

Soon time will come to plant the corn.

Out the farmhouse window

And much to my surprise

Winter days have turned to spring

Right before my very eyes.