Winter creeps,
Nature sleeps;
Birds are gone,
Flowers are none,
Fields are bare,
Bleak the air.
Leaves are shed:
All seems dead.
God's alive!
Grow and thrive.
Hidden away.
Bloom of May.
Robe of June!
Very soon
Nought but green
Will be seen!
-Percy Dearmer (1867- 1936)
spring crocuses spotted this afternoon....
No comments:
Post a Comment