A remedy of old:
Sip three spoonfuls of flowers
Steeped in a powerful mead.
Time for a bountiful spring we’re told.
Yellow fairy bells in sparkling ruby finery,
Tinkling on a breezy evening
As golden sunshine winks and leaves.
Between weary evergreens
And lean stretching trees.
A golden brook of
Daffodils lyrically babbles
And violets hide in every nook,
Adorning the woodland floor.
Spring’s door has gently opened,
Surprising us and giving
Yesterday, even though the sunshine didn’t manage to peep through the clouds, spring’s door had opened with its perfumed breath. Joyously, we walked through an old Victorian park in Bedford, chatting and taking in the splashes of emerging colourful buds and flowers. It was a beautiful day. Thank you nature and thank you friends for putting up with me diving about taking photos. 🙂
Even though bitter winds can make me cringe:
Tears fall like salty streams.
Dancing kitten tails, ginger tinged,
Soft and kissed by sunshine beams.
I love this time of year when the sunshine peeps through the charcoal trees, lighting up the beautiful Hazel catkins and dancing on the trees. Sometimes taking a photograph can be challenging when it’s cold and windy and I have to sweep away the tears!