The striking clouds of wispy white
the greener greens, the celandines
The shoots of daffodils in between
through winter months they'd lain unseen
And now it's time to take their turn
to pierce blue sky and catch the eye
March wind rustles like a train passing by
down grassy banks where stems grow high
The blue tits busy back in the box
the race has begun, the warming sun
A brood on the way, they don't have long
before the blossoming chance is gone
And in my heart joy starts to flow
I feel it full, I feel the pull
Out of the darkness into wonderful
the promise of something beautiful
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Author:
Jeremy Leach (
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Comments1
And beautiful it is. This poem, the season, the wording and life itself. Very nicely done and a fave
Thanks so much.
You are most welcome
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