Where are the roads that brought me home
those that turned to muck when it rained?
Where are the fields that let my eyes
see far into the horizon?
Could I be lost? This is not home.
“Progress came,” said the old folks, proud
of their big houses and built-in fields
while new faces goggled at mine.
After a long spell, I am glad to join the Pub party again.
Linking with DVerse Poets’ Pub’s Poetics: of the Road
Spring brought back my enthusiasm to take photographs. The bursting colors ache to be captured for posterity. They are good reminders that the dreary white of winter do not last even when it seems to grab every nook and cranny of my world and last forever.
I remember asking myself if all the snow we had would ever go away. The snowbanks seem too high I wondered if they would melt in time for us to enjoy some spring. The warming sun did not disappoint. After a couple of days of bright sunshine and above freezing temperature, a lot of the snow retreated. Soon, we could see the ground and early bulbs peeking out.
P.S. Please hover over the photos to remove the misty effect. :-) Thank you.
by the windowsill
seeds are waking
the heart of spring.
Happy First Day of Spring! The new day brings renewed enthusiasm for the things I enjoyed doing – like blogging and taking pictures. All those grey around us pushed me in a state of hibernation, so to speak. :-)
Thank you all for visiting this virtual home during the time I was away. :-)
For WPC: FRESH