Woodlands sigh and breezes sing, a benevolent sun welcomes spring.
Though countless buds sprout in the meadows, winter lingers among the shadows.
Golden head still bowed from slumber, she spreads her mantel in the sun,
And feels the heartbeat of the earth, as winter's grasp becomes undone.
Once more, as she pays homage to the splendor of rebirth,
The daffodil awakens, for spring has truly come
-- The Genie, from the heart
Just beautiful , I know where your heart is .
ReplyDeleteSorry I didn't put up any spring posts , busy getting the kids ready for the debate .
One of the boys had his appendix removed Friday and the team was one short , one of Gil's little women is sitting in his place so the others will see they are still 12 strong .
I have my lappy with me , but Dad said he will tell you how it went in his note to you tonight .
Love
Witchy
Thanks Witchy,
ReplyDeleteThree cheers for the little woman and best of luck to the team. Can't wait to hear how they are doing.
Lots of love
Genie