A Chilly Vision, by Albert Ahearn Subscribe to rss feed for Albert Ahearn

I gazed through an iced crystal pane
Looking at three winter backdrops:
A tree is struggling under snow
Its maple branches drooping low.
Two small flowerbeds are asleep
beneath very deep, white blankets.
As I gazed, I became entranced;
All of the snow had disappeared
Revealing the presence of spring-
Tiny, green protuberances
appeared from numerous branches;
Rudimentary daffodils
and tulips rouse from their slumber.
Then I blinked twice and all was gone;
except my yearning thoughts of spring. 

Posted: 2014-02-11 14:42:25 UTC

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2014-06-24 19:37:59Malcolm Moss
Thanks. Living in the tropics I have lost the sense of seasons.