Let's be grateful there's no snow!
Bright yellow daffodils now beam
And woodlands show a tinge of green.
Birds twitter, lost in lofty bough
If you listen, you can hear it sough
Torrential raindrops purge the air
And street drains gurgle everywhere.
But winter's turbulence is past;
The sun on daisies shadows cast
It's clear that Spring is peeping through
On this clean slate so much is new.
In a local square*, not far from me
A vast, pink-petalled flowering tree
Its myriad branches flirt and toss
On passers-by, pink candyfloss!
(c) Poet in the woods 2019
Rue de la Foresterie, opposite the Boitsfort ponds
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