Poem -

Looking Beyond Spring

Like raindrops on
old cobbles
falling, I can sense,
see and feel
each individual
splash ..
And like young
fledglings
in their warm safe
comfy nest,
each one of them
hungrily yawning ..
I too feel
so very blessed ..
Like buds,
on a branch each
patiently
waiting and taking
a rain check
until the coming
of a new spring ..
I do still look for you
everywhere,
but I can’t see a thing ..

 

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Jac Tales

'The Big Rains have come to Europe it seems.' Hang In There. 🙂

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Neville

We have a lot of rain here in the U K but Spain is presently suffering terribly .. thank you for stopping by .. Neville

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Bernadete van d...

I sense a bit of melancholy here.
But mostly gratitude. 
Bernadete 

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Neville

You read me so well Bernadete .. Thank you for stopping by and taking time to consider my little scribble.. Neville 😎👍

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Bernadete van d...

I like this so much that I had to give it another wee look. It complements your last poem. You’re in the mood, aren’t you!

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Neville

I am over the moon and deeply honoured Bernadete .. thank you so much .. Neville 

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