A drift of pure white snowdrops
bobbing in the breeze
'
A scattering of crocuses
brave winters final freeze
A scattering of crocuses
brave winters final freeze
.
A distant whistling song thrush
sings welcome to the spring
sings welcome to the spring
.
A cascade of golden catkins
adorn the hazel trees.
adorn the hazel trees.
.
.
Very beautiful keith
ReplyDeletethis is lovely keith!
ReplyDelete..or even frieze?
ReplyDeleteLoved the poem...
From your pen to God's ears. I have some snowdrops. Certainly not a drift, maybe 7. :) The crocuses should bloom soon - they're up.
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