Sunday, 26 February 2012


In the crisp bright light,
The birds all stomp for worms,
Their crazy heads a'bobbin'
As they dance.

Purple patches of crocus
Pierce the brown ground,
Hinting of the rainbow blowouts
Soon to come,
When flowers will burst the air
With reds and yellows
And pinks and gold.

The brilliant red tip of a rosebud
Illumiates the barren branches
With a hint of beauty soon to come,
And daffodils glow in the sunlight.

In my garden
Life renews,
Light and hope and promises
As joyful spring breathes
A warm breath across the land.
And even from inside,
I breathe it in.

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