The quickening pace.
Fragrance of the still frozen, yet warming soil.
The underground network of…
Vines, forgotten seeds and satiny bulbs: wait.
Wait, for the soft touch of the Sun-fairy’s magic wand.
The horizon, the sun.
Animals venture out.
Earth awakens slowly.
The promise: again renewed.
As we wait for and anticipate.
The joyful arrival of spring.
GHH 2011/revised 2014
PS: Having a browse around my archives this morning and found this spring poem and photo.
Can you tell I’ve got spring on my mind, in a big way. 😉
Also did a bit of revising. Hope you enjoy this new version!
Have a wonderful day. 🙂