As dark days of Winter begin to fade, and the face of hope is not far away, first signs of spring begin to show small white heads above the snow. Reminding the heart that dark times fade and sadness for laughter we can trade, as nature performs a wonderful thing, the changing of seasons from Winter to Spring. By Alison Fielding.
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And then it turns back to winter again, huh? So much enjoy your posts. Very nice Allison!
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Reblogged this on Through rose tinted glasses. and commented:
Having just been outside in the dark with the dog, my torch fell upon the first crocus buds of the year, and although not snowdrops, I was immediately reminded of my poem as the feeling they envoked was just the same. Hope you enjoy a re-read.