"Fled now the sullen murmurs of the North,
The splendid raiment of the Spring peeps forth."
but soon, I trust.
"The Farmer's Boy"
A rural Poem
I am just cosied up in my apartment hiding from the weather, Merisi, and you tempt me out by showing all these buds . . . :))ReplyDelete
Oh yes but not today unfortunately!ReplyDelete
As Shelley's put itReplyDelete
"If winter comes
Can spring be far behind"
So subtle and charming.
I have seen catkins bursting out on the hazel trees here.ReplyDelete
Ah, I can't wait. I'm tired of being cold.ReplyDelete
Oh yes Merisi, there are buds bursting on some of the trees, my crocus are beginning to flower and daffodils are in bud.ReplyDelete
We have high winds and snow forecast for tomorrow. Hope they all survive.
These things are trying to blossom, even in the cold...ReplyDelete
Your photos are so full of hope and promise for a new beginning; and your poem snippet is wonderful. I've not heard of Robert Bloomfield.ReplyDelete
I thought Nature was smiling all the time :O
Lovely, hopeful signs of spring. Merci bien!ReplyDelete