The biter winds howls through the pines above us.
I walk, arms gripping my shoulders, down the hill.
There among the sharp spines of rosemary, the bare dirt,
A paperwhite has struggled through the soil.
Time passes, a few weeks later, I notice the buds of daffodills
and suddenly, it seems they are in full bloom.
With winter not wanting to say farewell, spring has forced his bitter wind away.
Lucid Gypsy said,
February 26, 2013 @ 9:03 pm
Wonderful!
readinpleasure said,
February 27, 2013 @ 2:34 pm
Yes, wonderful 🙂
nutsfortreasure said,
February 27, 2013 @ 6:03 pm
LOVE IT!!!!