Sorrel (s)peaks in early spring
before full thaw,
reminds a gardener,
wandering on winter legs
in mellow air,
there always was
hope resting there,
below straw and snow.
©2017 Ontheland
Sorrel (s)peaks in early spring
before full thaw,
reminds a gardener,
wandering on winter legs
in mellow air,
there always was
hope resting there,
below straw and snow.
©2017 Ontheland
Brava.. 🌹🌹🌹
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Merci :)) 🌿🌿🌿
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I love this, that fellow feeling of making the rounds every day to see what new green thing has peeked out. This line is wonderful: “wandering on winter legs”
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Thanks Jennifer…the ‘surprises’ are arriving daily now 🙂
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I love this bit of hope, Janice. 🙂
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Thanks Merril …we’ll harvest it (hope) where it can be found 🙂
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🙂
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Another great poem for Spring Janice, very clever.
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Thank you Denis 🙂
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