Three days cried a rain.
Three days wandered winds...
Three days caressed the sun...
Three days - smiled a cactus.
Three days - doesn't sing in heart
The cheerful and smaller blue bird.
So the winter will not leave us...
Yes, as the spring will forget us...
26.01.09.
But spring is in your heart and words Tsira thank you Chris 10 +++
A nice repetition, great poem and very well written. Best wishes, Andrew
The blue-bird is indeed the perfect metaphor for the return of spring. A highly original and imaginative expression of winter's never-ending journey. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Spring will surely never desert you Tsira - - a lovely read thank you Fay...xx
An enchanting write, Tsira. Sometime Spring seems a long time coming, but never fear, the bluebird will return. As with all you poems, this was a pleasure to read, my friend. Thanks Richard
Spring is bound to come on the wings of that blue bird..A blue bird is a symbol of happiness in my part of the world. Your poems are always enchanting. And praiseworthy. Thank you for being a friend to my poems as well. Love, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Spring will come, a really nice poem Tsira,10 Tom