Snowflakes dance like butterflies
before my disbelieving eyes.
I was prepared to sing springs song
But it appears that I was wrong.
King Winter has not fled the scene,
despite the new shoots showing green.
But merely waiting in the wings
to find a chance to upset things.
This has to be his final try
he can’t rely on his ally.
The wind will change soon as it should
to a soft breeze to suit the mood
of spring who will repaint anew
The world that winter hid from view.
21-Mar-08
Just great Ivor, a lovely poem to read and to keep in the mind for a while. Delight to find. Excellent. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Splendid poem, great read as always, thanks for sharing! ! *10*! ! Best regards, Friend Thad