The Crying Snowdrop
There is an old tree That stands on the lawn. Its branches are bare And its bark is torn. The blossoming violets In a circle quite small. They circle the tree, The tree that's so tall.
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There is an old tree That stands on the lawn. Its branches are bare And its bark is torn. The blossoming violets In a circle quite small. They circle the tree, The tree that's so tall.
So much changes when spring finds its way. Pass do the whites and the dankly dull greys. Remain does the rain but the sunshine comes with. In a splendorous fashion, that the flowers shall live.
#acrostic Sleeping giants start to stir, Poking flowered fingers high. Returning flocks of courting birds Invade the windy, warming skies.
#acrostic. #justtwothistime. So the leaves they return and the flowers do to. Part does the winter for months seven plus two. Red yellow and purples replace the white and the greys.
#acrostic (springtime) Sunshine tries to take a hold Posing for the centrefold Rustic farmland starts to sprout Images of life, no doubt Nightjars 'churring' on a branch Gonna cause an avalanche.
#acrostic S ing me your song as nature unfurls, P lay me a tune that's sweet to my ears. R escue my soul from winters slumber, I n awe, you awaken my senses hunger.
#acrostic. Summer times sister peaks through the mist,. Peaking through the clouds and rain promising a weather twist,. Ripening the earth for summers hot breath,.
#acrostic S omewhere between the midsts of tulips and daffodils, P resents for your mother and constant ringing tills.
#acorn. #acrostic. Springtime promises beauty. Plus life anew says hi. Right where they belong. Inside the beholders eye. New life like eagles. Go and hatch from their eggs. The fawns are so cute.
The nights are getting lighter, The daffodils are saying hello; The grass is getting cut, Soon, it will be winter no more.
Hello dear sun. Oh, welcome back, Your warming light, I seemed to lack, The sky was grey, But now you're here, A joyful blue.
Springtime promises beauty. Plus life anew says hi. Right where the belong. Inside the beholders eye. New life like eagles. Go and hatch from their eggs. The fawns are so cute.
#natureacrostic. Streaming through my window panes,. Uplifting spirits, awakening my mind,. New light guiding us in the direction of spring,. Life seems so much more manageable,.
I look around me And everything's green. Spring is coming. Yellow flowers and Pink almond trees. Here in Sicily Winter leave us early.
It started as snow But turned into rain Falling forever No melt quite the same. Dancing in the sky But tumbling to the ground Frozen,now thawed It made a wet sound. Dropping, so delicately...
Jag vaknade av att solen sken in i mitt rum, in genom gardinerna som jag hade dragit för fönstret.
Soaking up the sunlight . In the dead of night . . There's a cold wind blowing . The heat is going . . Say goodbye to summer . Winter's here and it's a bummer . . When snow falls .
I'm desperate. I'm a madman. I can't wait. Spring is so close and I just can't wait to throw open the windows and welcome it in. I can see daffodils poking up everywhere around me.
#beginningline As the snow melted, I wept in awe, A horrible murder, I had just saw. The birds took a jab, He no longer looked new, My sister took his clothing, And his arms were ripped off too.
As the snow melted I wept in awe. I jumped in the air and Yelled: Yippee. at the top of my voice. OMG I said, I see green again. Could it be for real. or Just a figment of my imagination.
Three inch crunch Flumph of boots Footprint skid Slip, slide, slip, Crack under muffled footsteps Silent precipitation Melting drifts, Drip, drop, drip, Slow thaw, slush-smush Tyres spin-grip And...
It's sad how we forgot. How to be together,. Such a shame that we let go. Of the ease of existence. When we were hit. By the cooling weather,. When summer had lost. Its brilliant sheen and the.
#adventchallenge Harsh, glasslike, cold & blue, You come at night. Sparkling, chilled, solid & pretty, Bathed in the morning light. Trees, houses, garages & cars, You care not to what you tether.
Once, I beheld the spring-time trees and I Marvelled at their colours: greens, browns, purples - A festive trinity - adorned the leaves. The showers came and went while the trees grew.