No neighbours – just small birds who trill;
The wood behind my house remains
A solace after this week's strains.
Immutable are Nature's laws
A warmer wind sweeps woodland floors
The sun though wan, breaks through at last
The worst of winter cold is past.
Snowdrops, modest, now parade
With daffodils – they're not afraid
To show the world their fragile splendour
And create an image to remember...
(c) Poet in the woods 2016
26th March 2016
I chose this image as the snowdrops are also at half-mast ...
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