mandag 25. mars 2013

Springtime



From the black, dry ground
comes the early sign,
my guide out of the winter fog:
The fragile sprout, long lost
Hidden in the frozen soil,
trampled down, forgotten… 

almost forgotten, though

The Springmaster keeps in mind
every little seed,
the corms of hope and new beginnings!

My eyes pop wide, my body spin of joy:
It’s spring, again, let’s dance and sing!
The nature’s rising from the death!



(Mitt bidrag til Tina's PicStory: March flowers)

1 kommentar:

  1. welcome to tinas picstory and thanx for your lovely march flowers! :)

    SvarSlett