The tree buds once tight Unfurl their leaves Fresh in the rising sunshine Plants lain dormant Explode with colour The perfumed smells linger The ground once hard from frost Softens like a carpet underfoot Birds herald the new season Dawn chorus welcomes The days lengthen The warm months approach As the world awakens
Winter's wrath is about to consume most of my country. If spring is the awakening, then winter is the time of hibernation. When days lose some of their sunlight, and all of life becomes stilled and gray. I've always been partial to winter, but the warmer months really do rejuvenate the soul. Thank you for a most poetic read!
Winter's wrath is about to consume most of my country. If spring is the awakening, then winter is the time of hibernation. When days lose some of their sunlight, and all of life becomes stilled and gray. I've always been partial to winter, but the warmer months really do rejuvenate the soul. Thank you for a most poetic read!