the sky clears to blue
birds are on the wing
dear, tender, true spring
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
the sky clears to blue
birds are on the wing
dear, tender, true spring
ahhh….
oh the joy of spring…
Yes! It was 80 degrees yesterday, and in the 70s today. Spring is here.The birds are singing and everything is blooming.
And then suddenly….
tonight it is going down into the 30s here in Virginia. It might snow.
What?
Very Nice.
They are all coming back indeed!
And here in south-east Queensland my annual visitor (a speckled Drongo) has arrived for his Winter visit. He should hang around until about September when he will return further north.
Ah, your beautiful image and words bring me hope!
Beautiful