Along with Spring,
And things alive,
There comes something,
That can survive.
Hope there may be,
In shoots of green,
In every tree,
And verdant scene.
When ill winds blow,
Hope them away,
With loving hearts,
They cannot stay.
For better times,
And promise true,
This little rhyme,
Is sent to you.
Annette, we can count on you and your poetry to pick up important thoughts and sentiments for us lovers of the Adirondacks. Spring in the ADKS is such a time, at least before the black fly’s hover. Thankyou,
Hi Noel & thanks for your read & lovely words! Yes, watch out for those blackflies!
🌿🌷 Very nice!
Appreciate that- thanks & Happy Spring!