Thursday, February 19, 2009

soon be spring






A drift of pure white snowdrops
bobbing in the breeze
'
A scattering of crocuses
brave winters final
freeze
.
A distant whistling song thrush
sings welcome to the spring
.
A cascade of golden catkins
adorn the haz
el trees.
.
.

5 comments:

  1. ..or even frieze?
    Loved the poem...

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  2. 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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  3. The daffodils are blooming Keith!!! I love the pops of yellow and white everywhere. Spring is definitely springing.

    I can almost feel the suns rays warming my cold flesh.

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