If the snow...

doesn't go away soon

I am going to run away

in my new caravan.

I will pack my bags and load them in

and take off for sunny climes.

(?)

When I get there I will grow flowers

of many colours

(3)

 that will grow over and around

my little home

and I will sit in the sun and write poems

and make dandelion wine

I will park my wheels in soft dirt

so I can balance my little home

or find a rock to

lift it up onto

(!)

So, if you do not hear from me again

I will be somewhere green and warm

in a crooked felt caravan

with massive sunburn

drunk on dandelion wine

 rhyming

to the flowers.

Please bring me home!