Walking in East Blean Woods today, the ground was carpeted with wood anemones
The coming of spring always makes me think of Dream by the Moody Blues
When the white eagle of the North Is flying overhead
And the browns, reds and golds of autumn
Lie in the gutter, dead
primrose
Remember then, the summer birds
With wings of fire flaying
Come to witness Spring's new hope
Born of leaves decaying
periwinkle
miniature forest of moss
As new life will come from death
Love will come at leisure
Love of love, love of life
And giving without measure
celandine
Gives in return a wondrous yearn
Of a promise almost seen
Live hand-in-hand
And together we'll stand
On the threshold of a dream....
Love these trees, they seem to have their arms around each other!
1 comment:
It looks like a lovely walk. And it is so nice to see things flowering again.
Alix
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