I remember last year.
How startled, no, delighted,
No, ecstatic, yes
I was.
To see you dancing,
No, laughing, no, giggling,
No, exuberant, yes
There.
Beneath the tree,
Amongst last year’s
Exhausted leaves.
Proud.
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What a lovely splash of colour, and sprinkle of words to match.
ReplyDeleteHappy spring from Ireland's cold west coast, Wisewebwoman!
Hah the purty crocuses?Here I am afraid that they are buried under a couple of feet of snow so I really appreciate your post.
ReplyDeleteThat's lovely, WWW, the poem is and so is the photo of the crocuses. The poem is the best, though. You're lucky to have seen them already and to be able to write about them.
ReplyDeleteAh, give 'my' crocuses two weeks ... or so. :)
ReplyDeleteFor the rest, I am echoing Stan. It will take the echo a bit longer to reach you, though, as it has to cover about 1,300 km more. :)
The poem is as exuberant as the flowers.
ReplyDelete@Stan:
ReplyDeleteAnd backatcha, my friend!
@GFB:
These are last year's little fellahs, still waiting on this year's but I feel the promise!
GSW:
Oh dear, last year's see note to GFB, I was cheering myself up!
@SJ:
Probably another 6 weeks' wait in NL!!
@20CW:
Oh thank you - I felt it looking at them last year!
XO
WWW
The gnarled texture of the tree trunk is almost as amazing as the crocuses. That must be a pretty ancient tree.
ReplyDeleteLast year's ecstatic, exuberant blossoms still delight! Thanks for a splash of spring amidst the snow flakes still falling.
ReplyDeleteFirst hint of spring I've seen so far, WWW - and a strong hint of the presence of a talented poet too! :-)
ReplyDelete@Nick:
ReplyDeleteYes, I liked the roughness of the tree against the softness of the flowers.
@Pauline:
We all need it!
@T:
Thank you!
XO
WWW
Yes, it's always fab to encounter the woodland folk.
ReplyDeleteI prefer pixies to pixie-lickers though.