Spring
the sun rises up
to greet the new day once more,
fresh, cocksure again.
A bird sings sweetly
the joyous descant to life;
gracious little friend.
Icy waters run clear,
the sun has banished cold and
Ever-present snow
Soon the buds unfurl
revealing delicate life
awakening now
Me close me eyes and
ReplyDeletelift me face to springtime sun
me fall in the mud
I'll tip my decanter for the birdies descanting!
ReplyDeleteThat's more like it, Ms Red. Some joy has returned to your soul, which makes me glad.
ReplyDeleteAm I right in guessing that the sun came out today?
ReplyDeleteyes, GB, so it has~ thank you :-X smoochies to ye, sir!
ReplyDeletelol kim, yes. Sunshine seems to matter to me, on a chemical level, even.
ReplyDeleteOh Miss Red, so glad you are feeling in better spirits again.
ReplyDeleteYes, I too am happy that the Sun's come out again for you. Great stuff.
ReplyDeleteLife can be a bit like living in Scotland. The weather can be utter shit, but if you wait, (usually about an hour and a half) you've every chance of some sun.
Then hail, then more rain, then some drizzle, bit o' fog, little bit of sun again, snow, then some more sun (if it's summer), then some more hail just to prove the point, then, well you get the picture.
I should work for the tourist board.
ps have replied at CtR as well.