Wednesday, March 06, 2013

February Ends.

                  February Ends.



The spring has called early,
A sparrow stops to peck my crumbs.
Yet stirring are the daffodils,
Beneath this carpet green.
Timid little snowdrops blossom,
Forcing out the winter chill.
I excite to see them all,
My new spirit comes to call.





Tired form a winter long, gone,
My aching limbs reach out.
No longer thwarted by the cold,
Nor a fear that I may fall.
Robin had brought my message,
Change is coming to restore.
How I smile, for Rachel,
Who has just walked through my door...!






R. x