9th September 2010
Poet's Corner 580
Posted 02 February, 2010
The Birth of Spring
The months of bleak mid-winter lie dormant o’er the earth
Thoughts are turning springward, to spring’s awaited birth.
All nature, still and resting, slumbers through the year’s long night,
Awaits the great awakening, to the sun, warmth and light.
Trees are bending, yawning, stretching on the cruel winds,
Content to wait and doze and dream, ‘til spring makes up their minds.
Birds are digging, searching, probing for the meagre fare,
Waiting, patient, for the feast that comes with spring’s warm air.
Eager shoots peep cautiously through the frozen mould,
Waiting for the winter to lose her icy hold.
Then suddenly – the snowdrop displays her mantle white,
The herald of the spring at last, fills us with delight.
Owen Cottage
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