Spring blossoms
It rained in the small hours of the night,
And once again the world is fresh and clean.
The sweet breath of morning drifts into my room.
A bird is singing somewhere near outside.
The sun was awake before me,
Lavishly sharing his early morning gold.
I can hear the grass grow and the flowers bloom
How glad I am to be alive today!
Beautiful poetry, beautiful picture.
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Marsha, Thank you for the kind comment and for the invitation. I’ll take you up on that.
Sounds like a good night’s sleep and the promise of a fresh day.
Spring always makes me feel happier and more hopeful!
MmmmMMmmm I am jealous of your weather. Enjoy while you can. Beautiful picture.
Frank, I think I may be guilty of a teeny bit of poetic license. Spring is not so far advanced here as I may have portrayed it. It’s the triumph of hope over precipitation right now, but I did see my first robin two days ago!
And how glad I am to read this poem and to see this amazing flower !
Best Wishes
Thank you for stopping by and leaving a comment. It makes me happy that you enjoyed what you saw, and I appreciate your kind words.
Love the picture and the poem. Heh, almost makes me want to curl up in bed just so I can wake up all over again.
Well, you can always do it all over again tomorrow morning!