With the faintest hint of yellow,
The willows speak first.
Old familiar birdsong
Erupts with early morning’s frosty light.
It is too early!
Fly away back south,
Escape the cold and
Snow covered forest.
But they don’t listen,
Like rebelling children, they stay.
The cold and snow is
Merely an inconvenience.
They have no calendar
To tell them of spring,
There is no need.
They feel it in the softness of the air.
Lengthening daylight and
The changes in the wind
Prove their point.
Wordless in their certainty.
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This is beautiful. I really love the clean lines and simplicity. I just had to share it with all my FaceBook friends.
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Thank you so much for your comment, I really appreciate it! I must go check out your blog in a few, I’m at work so limited time right now but thanks again!
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very beautiful. wonderful imagery.
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Thanks, Jack
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Lovely poem here and all that I have read so far here. Thanks for the follow…I have reciprocated. The only bit of info I can find about you is the brief line on Gravatar. I guess I will just have to guess more about you from your poems! It appears, indeed, that you wrote from your heart!
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I am new at this blogging stuff so didn’t really know what to write in the me department, I’ll have to update that information, thanks again!
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