Another week, a Wednesday-weather day,
Wave on white-out wave coats bark and bough,
But something’s different, something in the way
the sound of spring thaw drowns away the plow.

My soul needs but take pause, renew my vow
to smell a rose or two, to note the hint
of yellow-green on weeping willow, bowed
As melted tears linger and imprint.

The unfroze pond, reveals red-bud imprints
on bushes straining to emerge, full bloom,
While gentle cygnets glide, reflections glint
Presaging  broad-cast sun to banish gloom.

It snowed last night ‘top tender daffodils,
Spring is here, unstopped by last-gasp chills.

Photo Friday:#Spring 2018

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