March wind is a jolly fellow;
He likes to joke and play.
He turns umbrellas inside out
And blows men's hats away.
He calls the pussy willows
And whispers in each ear,
"Wake up you lazy little seeds,
Don't you know that spring is here.
What the Robin Told
The wind
And the grasses
told the trees.
The trees
told the bushes,
And the bushes
told the bees.
The bees
told the robin,
And the robin
sang out clear
Wake up!
Wake up!
Spring is here!
I don't know who wrote these poems. No credit is given on the website I got them from.
Beautiful pictures. I especially liked the one where the background was in focus and the crocus was artistically muted.
ReplyDeleteGlad you've got your spring. Salt Lake City hasn't decided what to do yet.
Thanks Kass. Mostly it's because I don't how to use my daughter's camera.
ReplyDeletevery, very nice-you have an eye. sometimes a lack of knowledge allows us the freedom to create. no rules.
ReplyDeleteDear Tag,
ReplyDeleteI'm glad to know you are stopping to smell the roses, even if they haven't bloomed yet. Isn't' life just that?
I love your pictures and the poems, thanks for sharing.
loveNlight
Gabi
Somh, I get my inspiration from your your beautiful photos. I particularly like the dead oak leaves in the center shot.
ReplyDeleteGabi, thanks for stopping by. Are you still in the awful in between? I hope not.
Tag,
ReplyDeleteThe in-between was awful, but very positive, now I feel free and ready for the ride! Thank for your concern.
loveNlight
Gabi