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I miss your sunny face.
Your flowers and your grace,
Your gentle showers
your sunny hours
as life returns
and the year turns.
Life’s ups and downs,
Leaves touch trees crowns.
Pale helibores decline
but tulips grow again.
Now comes the rush
of flowers full blush.
Sparkling sunshine,
birds sing sublime.
Life’s return
For which I yearn
What does she mean
It’s grey and gloomy.!
There is no sun..
There is no colour…
What can she mean
What spring is Springing?
What leaves are budding?
It’s winter you fool!
But….
I can see the catkins
Hanging down and waving.
Life is reviving.
Revivified, coming back
Now we can move on….
Waiting for Spring. On days like today when the clouds seem to want to dump all its rain in one go.
The rain comes down like stair rods, whatever they are? The wind buffets the trees and the grey sky gets darker. In fact it’s so dull we have the living room light on to dispel the gloom.
Waiting for warmer weather, instead of sitting with the central heating on full blast and sitting next to a small oil heater for extra warmth.
Waiting to go out. When the squall subsides I might go out and get into the very fresh air… And breathe…..
Waiting for crocuses. The snowdrops are already in flower. That short few weeks where their brilliant white and green dots the ground and lightens the mood. Then daffodils and later tulips and finally bluebells, before the canopy of trees grows over and spreads its leaves across the garden.
Then it’s shade is dappled with sunlight. Then the wait will be over
It’s barely winter, and I’m waiting for Spring.
The snow hasn’t fallen yet, I’m waiting for Spring.
The skies are grey, waiting for Spring.
Snow drops awaken, for Spring.
Daffodils flower in Spring
