After
I had given up
Had
lost all hope
There
you are!
Now
I can cope
Tucked
away beneath
Dead
branches and leaves
Your
buds appear
And
once again I believe
In
the coming of spring
The
lengthening of days
The
start of new life
The
warmth of sun’s rays
Tiny
and tender still yet
With
determination to grow
You
begin new life
From
strong roots below
I
can be patient now
I’ll
watch and wait
For
spring to arrive
For
the blooms you’ll create
I’ll
tend you with care
Protect
you from harm
Nurture
you with love
Keep
you warm
It’s been so long coming
And
I’ve tended to mope
But,
there you are!
Now
I can cope
YES!! Spring actually comes! I think it's too warm for crocuses here, but I LOVED them when I lived up north.
ReplyDeleteOur Bradford pears and cherry blossoms are knocking the beejesus out of my eyes right now.
Your photos and verses are giving me hope. I can't wait to see the new growth rising up to meet the world above ground.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the sweet poetry and everything else.
Thanks Ladies! I'm so ready for spring! It is coming!!
ReplyDeleteSpring is a lovely thing isn't it, PW. It reminds me of new beginnings. A fresh start is something I think we all need from time to time, not just the flowers and trees. Old souls like me are always in search of a new breeze and a renewed spirit.
ReplyDeleteI'm playing peek-a-boo, kinda like spring flowers. HEHE
ReplyDeleteHello, my friend! It's been a while.
ReplyDeleteI finally have a few hours to catch up on my reading.
Are you near the Oregon Coast? Any trouble with those pesky tsunamis?
Love the poem and I'm also excited for Spring. We wanted to have a beach day this weekend but the rain thwarted us.
We are about an hour drive from the coast. There were some small surges, enough to be noticeable to the locals, but no major damage on the north Oregon coast.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear from you. How's the WIP?