I sit near the window,
The mountain in view,
The garden's so quiet,
Flowers are few,
For Winter's upon us,
Nature's asleep,
The Crocus are hiding,
Getting ready to leap.
Spring won't be long,
A time that I love,
When the garden awakens,
Neath the blue sky above,
The birds are impatient,
To start building their nests,
Their parenting skills, ,
Will again be put to the test,
A Blackbird stands proud,
On the roof of the shed,
He gives a loud call,
As I look ahead,
To bright sunny days,
And clear blue skies,
Can't wait for these cold Winter months to pass by.
Jayne Louise Davies
Is that a fairy entombed in amber? During THIS visit, I send this poem to my 'favorites', though my favorites list is full I believe; see their titles & author names in one of MY latest 'poems'.
I see a typo in my comment! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ; (
My wife says: 'It's ok.' I give 5 stars. I don't make a habit of reading any poems to her; I've rarely shared one with her, but I thought this one would be safe to read! : ) bri
The birds are really starting to show up and sing around here. Snow is slowly melting! According to your poem Spring is on it's way! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Winter, crocus and blackbird should not be capitalized, except at the beginning of a sentence.
Thank you for bringing that to my attention😩