The pear tree leaning to the window now is robed in bridal white. The twisted boughs are netted thickly in a mesh of golden light. And in the foam of creamy flowers, a blackbird dark as ebony --- sits and floods the evening garden with his April melody.
Through the long grey days of winter I have dreamed this dream of Spring. I have waited for this wonder: bursting bud and beating wing. Now I see a living picture at the casement of my room: throbbing throat and flowering branches; glossy breast and snowy bloom.
~ Patience Strong ~
There's another spring poem I've not remembered. (I see that blogger is being a bugger again.)
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely beautiful! I've never heard it before but it set my pulse racing. A sure sign that it's my kind of poem...
ReplyDeleteBlessings, Debbie
Spring is on the verge of bursting bud here. We had a very warm Saturday (75) and a 33 degree drop in temp today.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful quote!
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