The End Of Winter.

Goldfinch60



Once it was white, then white again,

The snow was replaced by the drops.

 Clumps of yellow, sprung through the green,

So bright, and cheering, and warm.

The hawthorn, in clumps of vivid white

As you drive down the road,

So vivid, against the bushes of brown

Just starting to bud.

Has the spring, that we crave

At last arrived, to show us new life.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 28th, 2026 02:16
  • Comment from author about the poem: We have daffodils flowering in our garden.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 28
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  • Michael Edwards

    Yes so much coming to life - nmy garden is now full of bloom

    • Goldfinch60

      Yes it certainly is coming to life Michael, great to see.

      Andy

    • Doggerel Dave

      Happens it's end of summer, autumn a commin on here....

      • Goldfinch60

        Autumn is my favourite time of the year Dave, enjoy it as you will.

        Andy

        • Doggerel Dave

          Looks like it might be a wet one... thanks for the hopes though, Andy.

        • orchidee

          Let's hope so - Good write Gold.

        • sorenbarrett

          Here color is used to indicate the change in seasons and coming of spring. The sterility of white of winter with the introduction of yellow a bright and warm color for spring. I remember well daffodils that poked their heads through snow in the spring. Well done

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you for your understanding words soren,

            Andy

            • sorenbarrett

              Always my pleasure Andy



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