(troiku)

under sunlit skies
hope of bulbs blossoming
snow is melting

under sunlit skies
giggling children skip home
hand in hand

hope of bulbs blossoming
in her mind’s eye- red tulips,
Mother’s Day

snow is melting
spots that old red skipping rope
makes her grin

© Tournesol ‘16/03/10 (44 words)

At Dversepoets we are asked to write a poem using exactly 44 words excluding the title (not less, not more). Make sure to include the word grin in your poem.