Like thirsting flowers awaiting rain,
My heart cries out for Spring again.
Once more to feel the softening air,
Caressing, tender, everywhere.
For fertile earth beneath my feet
Nor carpeted by the Winter's sleet,
Now confined by wintery blast,
Comes forth God's handiwork at last!
me too me too me too, I am craving for spring! Beautiful photo and lovely poem, thanks, GwenReplyDelete
I just finished catching up on your blog - it is so cute, I enjoyed it so much... all that tea... I am going to fix one for me...ReplyDelete