When fond Spring returns like a Grand Circus
Rolling-in to a gray desolate Town,
It's Monet fresh Colours gilding the eye,
The Out-Laws of Winter now all but flown,
And a clear Birds Egg of Blue fills the Sky
Where the Robin Heralds the coming feast,
By a soft Warming Breeze to thaw the Soul.
It just says : I carry on. As must we.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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And let's carry on! Need this right now as autumn tightens its grip here 🍂🍃🍁🕊️🙏
Oh dear . Completely forgot about the Season elsewhere. Thanks for Reading.
Not a worry. Seasons are a strictly local thing until we zoom out and realise it’s all happening at once in different places depending on time of year🕊️🙏🏻
Beautiful my friend
Thank you. 👍
Most welcome
Nice
Glad you enjoyed it. Thank you for Reading.
Like to pop it up again in about September - October for the antipodeans amongst us?
(Always supposing that's the way it works out...)
A good idea. Thank you for Reading.
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