Forget our inglorious isolation,
Hiding away from terrors unseen.
I see a golden Forsythia
Outside my window.
Sunny daffodils and little blue flowers
Of unknown name.
Bushes are budding
And turning green.
Bluebottles and bees have been buzzing
As birds flock about
Flipper flapping everywhere.
A barren, frozen desert
Is being transformed
Little by little.
We still have biting winds
Just now
But in the fullness of time
Warmer climes will re-assert themselves.
For summer is coming
As it always does.
No worldly woes will stop it,
Nor they ever will.
Nature has endless patience
And determination.
Sudden Spring is but the start
Of better days.
Believe it.
Paul Butters
© PB 29\3\2020.
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 7:55 AM UTC
Forget our inglorious isolation,
Hiding away from terrors unseen.
I see a golden Forsythia
Outside my window.
Sunny daffodils and little blue flowers
Of unknown name.
Bushes are budding
And turning green.
Bluebottles and bees have been buzzing
As birds flock about
Flipper flapping everywhere.
A barren, frozen desert
Is being transformed
Little by little.
We still have biting winds
Just now
But in the fullness of time
Warmer climes will re-assert themselves.
For summer is coming
As it always does.
No worldly woes will stop it,
Nor they ever will.
Nature has endless patience
And determination.
Sudden Spring is but the start
Of better days.
Believe it.
Paul Butters
© PB 29\3\2020.
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