A colours choir sang vibrantly

Spring...an oldie given an airing

Heads bowed as if in quiet prayer
the daffodils they swayed,
whilst dappled light through dancing trees
upon the lush grass played.

A bluebell sea rolled silently
to fallow fields yet sown,
o'er which in coming warmer months
a yellow quilt be thrown.

The thin veiled mists of early morn'
that washed the world with white,
cede to the over eager sun
days ever warm and bright.

A colours choir sang vibrantly
from life that bloomed anew,
to celebrate the birth of Spring
now another winter through.

Reviews

[wordman]

you painted a right purty image mr gee,i almost thought it was spring

[Gee]

Hi Ron, cheers

[Bubba Jones]

Not too short. It is a nice lead in for a great daydream. i like it lots

[Gee]

Cheers Bubba

[FJ Davis]

As for me, brevity is a goal.
Succinct and starkly imaged.
Lovely bit of work, Gee!

[Gee]

Cheers, appreciate the reviee

[Gee]

Review......

[hi]

good write,gives some images in your head as you read

[Gee]

Thank you...