For weeks
I have heard the buzz of springs coming
Birds have been singing it
Folks in town chit chat about it
Yesterday the softness of brown earth under my boots
whispered promises
With mornings arrival
I gaze out the window
the world is dressed in white again
not a sprinkling of powdered sugar
a thick layer of frosting!
Such a lovely site...that tree looks so familiar!!
ReplyDeleteIt was a beautiful new snowfall, though I'm aching for spring to come and stay...guess it'll be a few more months up her in the north country (though the solstice is soon!) Love your poems...love you,
Abigail
Lady Abigail,
ReplyDeleteOh yes you know that tree! Spring will be a welcome friend, until then I take in each day with an open heart. Thank you for your love. I send my love to you,
Tammie