First Signs

First Signs

 

A shoot of green nudges itself

Upwards and forwards

In a glade of snowdrops

They sit in dampened dew

The sky unfolds and reveals

That azure which perennially allures

Daffodils and tulips wait in the wings

Blue bells in a copse do sing

A smidgin of spring opens its pores

As windows are ajar and stay paused

Only a keen eye sees the change

As the cycle moves on the range

The bitter wind loses its edge

As birds nest in a newly cut hedge

It is only around the corner to see

as a fledgling leaf buds on a tree

Winter retreats with all guns blazing

Birds return with bellies craving

The woolies and gloves are put away

As hope is invested in the coming day

Still a chill does linger around

But the earth gives forth to a different round

◄ An ill Wind Blows

A Snowy Landscape ►

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 23rd Jan 2021 16:25

Thank you, Keith. Yes, I'm looking forward to snowdrops.

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Emeka Collins

Sat 23rd Jan 2021 16:05

Over here in Africa, we believe that birth brings hope. Fragile hope that only a keen eyes look forward to.

Well done Keith.

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