It's so cold. It has been grey for a fortnight. Snowdrops are late, daffs haven't appeared as yet and there are few signs of nesting birds.
I Love Spring
I love this time of year,
when there is a promise of everything new,
but, judging by the weather I fear,
winter, hanging by fingernails, has a different view.
Snowdrops, daffodils and newborn chicks,
making their happy return,
banishing the dark with bright colour licks,
but, this year, slow the winter blanket to spurn.
A plethora of damp, days of chilly grey,
no cheerful games or shoots of green,
an urge to bend the knee and pray,
that optimistic shoots will soon be seen.
Was there a hint of sunlight just now,
could there be a change brewing?
A little encouragement and how,
she will demonstrate the joys of growing.
© David L Atkinson February 2025
God Bless
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