Song for Spring
Praise be to the swallows
Who dared to venture north this week
Praise be to those fellows.
Praise be to the sun
All glorious in the shadows it throws
Praise be to the sharp sun.
Praise be to the green grass
Softening the verges with the red bilberry
Praise be for the petrichor.
Praise be to the coal black ravens
Nesting high in the tallest beech trees
Praise be for cawing birds.
Praise be for the seasons
Catching us unawares each year
Praise be for the northern spring.
...there is time to enjoy and time to reflect...
Gerry maybe more time than usual to enjoy and reflect now that we are self isolating. Thinking of you.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Gerry - so nice to have you back.
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