Mother Nature is very capricious...after lots of storms and rains, today the sun shines and your poem reminds me of better weather to come (or not) We have a frost warning fopr tonight.
Beautiful! Beautiful! Beautiful! Of course it's always this way in Southern California. Actually it isn't 'cause we don't have Robins.
Your ol' pal, Markie
Yes, Annabel, Spring is the rebirth of hope...and birdsong.
The poet Thomas Nashe put it this way:
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
-gene.
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on April 4, 2011
Lovely indeed sweet lady..I love the spring....stay safe and well..Hugsss
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on April 4, 2011
Hah! We've got a cold front coming in the deep south tonight. Spring? Bah Humbug!
A book of nature inspired poems and essays, written from the heart and soul of a life-long nature, animal, and wilderness lover, and dedicated to today’s children - Earth's only hope for a better tomorrow.
This book won 'The Poetry Category'
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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Gina
Hugs, Diana...
Your ol' pal, Markie
The poet Thomas Nashe put it this way:
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king,
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing:
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
-gene.
Lovely reflection Anna!
Blessings,
Christine