The fragrance, indescribable and everywhere.
The light and the sky brings memories of Van Gogh.
With brilliant blue, sunflower yellow.
Snow, sinking into the ground.
Where does it all go???
Back to start the cycle, all over, once again.
The past is put behind us.
The winter cold, a faint and fading memory.
We shed our coats of clothing and fears.
Once again, we are, happy and young.
We look ahead to new beginnings.
And with luck, renewed or untouched love
It is, always the best.
The true wonder of….
‘Poem for Spring’ © Geraldine H. Hartman 2000
‘Red Tulips’ -photo © Caroline Brown