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!
O’ this pleasant time of year spring,
It moves me like the wind moves leaves,
Rich greens and O’ how the birds sing,
Verdure…O’ how it gently weaves!
Interlacing into a whole,
Shoots and blooms, the virgin earth,
The child comes alive, the soul,
All things so pure…..saintly new birth.
Thank you for your kind read and very lovely poem Charlie!
Thank you for yours Annette!