Longing for Spring
Roads sprayed with a glazed frost,
Skies painted with a sober grey,
Leafless trees succumb to wind’s every blow,
Even the mighty Sun has given up, resting in the far west,
The weeping willow dried herself into a pale yellow,
The world awaits sprouts, bluebells and the arrival of the Spring.
Skies painted with a sober grey,
Leafless trees succumb to wind’s every blow,
Even the mighty Sun has given up, resting in the far west,
The weeping willow dried herself into a pale yellow,
The world awaits sprouts, bluebells and the arrival of the Spring.
Wrote in response to a FB picture http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10200205944620228.192358.1500463144&type=3#!/photo.php?fbid=10200364477743457&set=a.10200205944620228.192358.1500463144&type=3&theater
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