It's that time of year again, when I have to take the camera down the garden to record the flowers that are appearing as the sun breaks through the winter clouds. I know you have seen them all before but what the heck, they are beautiful.
THE COLOUR OF SPRING.
In the midst of winter
The dainty snowdrop white
Raises its delicate head.
Though the garden is pale
In the watery light.
As weeks progress
The crocus shows it head
As buds of gold.
The garden awakes
In sunlight bold.
Yellow is the colour of spring
The primrose pale grows now.
So delicate
It braves the cold
I wonder how.
The daffodil in golden hue
This yellow theme echoes
From the cold brown earth,
When March arrives,
It bravely grows.
The star-like celandine wild,
A golden carpet makes
Beneath the trees
The yellow colour creeps,
The colour of spring.
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