Look at the boughs,
How white they are,
It’s snowing flowers!
Scoffing at the rain,
The sun dries
The weepy willow.
And the sky reflects
In the violets
Its pure colors…
The fly opens its wings
And the dragonfly
With the golden pupils,
And the wasp-like corset,
Unfolding its silky wings,
Has resumed its flight.
The water happily babbles,
The tiny fish wriggles
It’s Springtime again!
3 comments:
I accidently deleted this page ( too early in the morning without my glasses on) along with the wonderful comments from readers. So if you have left a comment and are revisiting the page, could you please insert your lovely comment again?
Apologies and thank you for visiting my blog.
J'ai tant aimé apprendre cette poésie ... Je ne sais pas si c'est elle qui m'a influencée, mais j'aime tant cette saison.
Gros bisous et merci pour cette charmante publication.
Oh no! Nothing worse than lost thoughts! But what a lovely post. Wishing you the happiest of Spring's, Elizabeth...
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