from winter’s sleep
with the promise
of a young sun’s
with tentative steps
begins her dance
upon the eternal spiral,
the innocence of
in fresh bloom.
I’d not originally planned this to be for Cee’s Which Way Challenge – I knew I wanted to post a little seasonal poem this week, before the natural world moves on – but when I was looking for a picture to illustrate the ‘umber tones’ I remembered that I had the photograph of the path next to the newly ploughed field. Perfect! Two birds with one stone, as the saying goes.
I hope you all like it.
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