The scent of spring is in the air,
The flowers are blooming, the trees grow leaves,
The crocuses rise and their purples softness sweetly glows,
Beneath the trees where they cluster with the primrose.
Bluebells wait to see the sun,
I smile – the new year has begun.
This poem is scheduled some time in advance, having been written in mid-Febuary. By the time you read it, the crocuses will have been replaced by the next beautiful little flowers.
Do you have any favourite poems and photos of spring I could see?
The Hapless Neo-Romantic