Blacktorn Winters

Many years ago, way back in time the month of April was known as the Blackthorn Winter, It was the time of the year when the blackthorn begins to dress in her finest blossom, Deep in the country the small hamlets custom says is the time for bitter cold weather, Time for east and north-easterly hard winds chill all, hail, sleet and sometimes snow. The blackthorns and the plums in sheltered orchards awaken and begin to come to life, They quickly showed themselves thickly clustered with tiny little green bursting buds, Blue whiteness of the blossom half revealed, like the wide smile of a beautiful girl, A rich white that makes your heart and eyes light up at the sight of unrivaled beauty. Cold are the winds buds of trees swell and they grow like a naturally beautiful woman, They come forward and bloom standing cold but fearless, determined to wait for the sun, On cold grounds a lilac stands it looks so green flushed with it's half-unclosed leaves, A yellow rose fights to start its new life just as custom says in a Blackthorn Winter.