Spring
The ***-end of February,
St David’s Day approaches fast.
It’s wet and windy yet again,
Still more dark days with sleet and rain.
But gold and purple crocuses
And multi-coloured primroses
Awaken and anticipate
Warming rays of Springtime sun –
Nature’s cycle has begun.
Then golden daffodils will shine
And bluebells carpet woodland walks.
Birds sing again high in the trees,
Rejoicing in the vernal breeze.
Dark skeletal trees turn to green;
Whenever was such beauty seen ?
Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2015
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