There is no breath of wind today
The fields still white with frost
So clear the air that I can see
For miles and miles to where
A village church is almost hid
By trees, and here and there
A tiny plume of smoke betrays
Some farmhouse tucked away.
All seems to be expectancy:
The very air vibrates
And sparkles with the promise that
Sweet spring is on the way.
I feel my spirit lift, take wing
To be alive this day.
Just beautiful, you capture the spring-like atmosphere perfectly! Love it! HG: -) xx
What a super poem Peter, lovely flow and bright, fresh words proclaiming spring is on the way. Loved it. Love and hugs Erenstine XXX
This is gorgeous Pete. I can smell Spring in the air. Hugs Anna xxx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i can feel how u miss....spring. it's hot where i am, but i wondered what it would feet to be in a place like where u r.....waiting the spring to come. i love it.