Forget about the snow we've been warned about. Look forward to spring.

Triumph of Spring

While rushing through the light and shade

of Osier and Aspen proud;

clear water chatters through the glade;

It's laughter echoes loud.

Sweet song drips from Blackbird's beak,

and Crocus wakes from dreams.

As Spring on tiptoe softly creeps;

paints boughs with pinks and creams.

The circle turned since days of old;

life triumphs over death once more.

Blooms from the Winter's grave so cold

to make our spirits soar.

[Toci]

So beautiful. Thank you. xx

[pergola1]

That is so beautiful, poemsgalore. Thanks

[Steph57]

Thanks Poemsgalore that poem is a poem of hope. Xx

[pollyjj]

How lovely thank you.

polly xx

[hufferpuffer]

A breath of Spring air! lovely thank you xxxxxx

[longlungs]

How true Kath another lovely poem from you thank-you.So very talented. Hope your keeping well at the moment? Jannexx

[Hidden]

Lungs are ok at the moment thank you Janne, but I have urticaria which is driving me nuts - in spite of the fact that my GP has changed my antihistamines and doubled the dose. Also have steroid ointment for my scabby legs (where I've been scratching) and also Flucloxacillin for infection of skin. I have an oncology appointment next Tuesday and I'm hoping she will sign me off - for good hopefully. Hope everyone is as well as they can be. Kath xxxx

[longlungs in reply to Hidden]

Oh blimey bet thats driving you bonkers! How good will that be Kath to get signed off happy days.Will keep fingers crossed for next tuesday.Hope the blimming itch goes soon. Janexx