I saw a splash of colour,
From the corner of my eye.
A little yellow, a touch of red,
Beneath a clear blue sky.
Winter now is fading,
But spring is not yet here,
Nights are cold and days not warm,
There’s more to come, I fear.
I do believe I live in hope,
That soon the world will change.
Flowers bloom and grasses grow,
And life will be less strange.
No longer will the world be grey,
When flowers bloom with life.
We will find a way to smile,
And end this time of strife.
Lavender, red and pink I see
Are colours all around.
Just right now they’re in my mind,
But soon they will abound.
Spring is coming, just you wait,
As life begins anew.
Colours all around us now,
At last it’s coming true.
It is coming. It is!
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We are all growing impatient!
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Quite delightful Pâmela. xx
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Thank you Joy. It was fun to write.
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I will bring two cups. We can have tea. With the other perhaps collect some of the abounding pallet waiting to sprung or have been waiting to already be sprunged. It is time. Auntie Shrew needs to start practicing her battle cry for the meadow folk. Happy Monday, Happier Spring…
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Tea will solve all the ills in the world at least for the time it takes to drink it.
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Darn it feels like Monday. Happier Wednesday messday ! hmm more morning brain beverage…
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I could handle a 2nd cup.
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PS PS you paint sunlight quite well !
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Thank you kindly!
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We lost Summer, I think it eloped with Autumn. And to make up for it Winter has charged in, rained like a madman with a cool breeze and threatened us into warm clothes. We are usually still in shorts and short sleeved shirts till May. What is this world coming to.
Wait a minute, I know whats happened…the virus did it, it caused everything else! 😀
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The world is in flux and the seasons are confused.
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Love your uplifting poem with the promise of good things to come. Soon, but not soon enough for most of us. Your photo of the garden is absolutely perfect for the theme of your poem.
Ginger
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Thank you so much Ginger. It’s always a pleasure to see your name.
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Yay to light!
Yay to spring!
Yay to color!
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Yay!
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Soon….soon…stay warm till then😀🤗💖
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Sigh . . . waiting . . .
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Forgot to add…love your poem Pam👍😀
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Thank you my friend.
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Most welcome. Always enjoy reading your think thoughts
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You have captured spring with your words and bright tone. An idea. I know you have already visited & commented on my spring beach walk, I invite you to return, to copy/paste the URL into the comments. Just say something simple like, Here’s a poem to answer Marsha’s challenge.
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I’ll give it a shot…
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🙂 … thanks
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My pleasure.
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We like your small photograph. It goes well with your text.
Thanks for sharing
The Fab Four of Cley
🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Thank you so much.
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Oh, Pam, I love the visual of this! We’re expecting a little snow today, but it’s not expected to be much or stick around for long. Spring is official on Saturday and that’s good enough for me to know that green grass, tulips and crocus are on their way.
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I know that spring is coming, I know that in my heart, but bloody hell I wish, the damn thing would just start!
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We need to perform a spring fire dance and make a sacrificial offering of Father Winter.
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That’s a sacrifice I can get behind!
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Words and painting quite beautiful!
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Thank you so much.
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🙂
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Spring is on i’s way. Thanks, Pamela
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With bated breath I wait, For the days will soon be great.
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The first step here is daylight savings time. Pitch black in the morning. 😁
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Yes, it is coming!!
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Soon, soon…
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🙂
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That was lovely, Pam! Glad you linked it to Frank 🙂
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Thank you Dale! I’m glad I did too.
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Sweet!
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Beautiful poem, Pamela. It truly fits the theme of spring. You echo how I think we all feel. My husband and I had a brief snow two or three days ago. We agree – we are ready for spring and some of your beautiful flowers. 🙂 Thanks so much for participating.
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It was my pleasure Marsha and thank you for the kind words.
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I look forward to getting better acquainted over the next few months. It’s amazing what close ties we create as we blog. 🙂
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There are people I consider close friends that I only know through the ether. And I’m a better person for knowing them.
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I, too, feel we are on the cusp. The cusp of a new season. The cusp of a new normal.
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I do too and I am hoping for the best.
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