Hope of Spring
Relentless grey of winter
Then the sun so,so welcome
The sky blue and full of promise
Warmth swiftly lost to frost
Sunsets promising more to come
Faces up turned and smiling
Streets and gardens life abounding
Parks of barking dogs
Screams too of childish excitement
Can winter be gone at last?
The crocus, first flower of spring
A bed of colour emerging from
The grey grey winter
A symbol of hope
After hard times
Flowers bloom again
The sun brings its warmth
Smiles return to faces
Life promises new beginnings
Things will be better again.
Lovely and exactly what we need. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteBetter than the messages of we are doomed we hear constantly just now! Thanks Ellen. X
Deletedear Audrey,
ReplyDeletethis post, the poem, the lovely photos are all so uplifting. i am going to make a note in my gardening journal to plant lots of crocuses next fall. thanks for this refreshing and beautiful post! Karen xoxo
Thanks so much, your comments always lift me up too. Go well. Audrey x
DeleteI like the idea of crocus as a symbol for hope. Beats pink ribbons anyday!
ReplyDeleteNear the hospital where I had chemo is a garden in a ruined church and that became my own metaphor:
http://iameclectica.blogspot.co.uk/2013/07/the-garden-in-ruins.html
I think the things you covered through the post are quiet impressive, good job and great efforts. I found it very interesting and enjoyed reading all of it...keep it up, lovely job..
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