Where is Spring.

Friday, just two days ago was a beautiful warm day. I even abandoned my coat on Ruby’s afternoon walk. Then yesterday the snow returned with a vengence. We went across country to meet friends and came home after for even more snow!

Below a photo a photo of Friday.

So where is Spring????? Here is one of my old poems about her arrival. Hope it will encourage her arrival.

Below the snow is back! My apologies to Jane of Jane Dougherty Writes for my snow photo.

Silver Spring

Drip drip, the snow is loosing it’s grip and Winter Wonder is looking tired. She has been dragging her skirts through the fields and turning them to slush it really is becoming bothersome to her as she does so hate to rush.

But who is this peeking through the cracks in the clouds, hiding in the buds of flowers and calling to Wonder, but not too loud?

It is her little sister the youngest of them all, most delicate and gentle soul. Silver Spring the song birds all do her call.She is the light touch of a gentle breeze that rustles through your hair. She runs her fingers along the branches and makes the snow to thaw then dances on our roofs and paths so it disappears some more.

She is dancing up and down the flower beds and whispering to the buds, “Come on my little lovelies it is time to raise your heads! Waking up the squirrels and every animal that hibernates, hurry hurry she gently coos I have filled your breakfast plates.

Silver Spring is busy waking up the leaves and buds that Autumn Annie put to sleep. There really is so much to do, she has a routine to keep

Silver has to raise the flowers, the blossoms and the buds and prepare the farmers fields so he can grow his crops. Freeing up the lakes and rivers and the little streams as she dances through meadows she leaves behind hers grass and flowers lots of yellows and greens.

So as she wakes the sun and stokes up its warming fire the beauty of her season can be seen like silver glinting off of the church spire! Silver has to work slowly these things cannot be rushed but just like her sisters she is arranging her canvas and her brush.

Silver is very lucky she has such a colour choice , blues, greens, yellow and purples I could go on until I loose my voice. Silver can be unkind and tempt you out to play. The sky, the flowers can trick you into thinking it is warm enough today.Wonder will be hiding and slip out on tippie toes and chap you knees and make red your nose.

Yes silver is the youngest and in her defence there is much to say she makes promise of what is yet to come and echoes what has just slipped away .

Yes she has the echo of her oldest sister but once she has begun she wakes us all from long cold winter and warms us with a waking sun. The sap with in the trees and plants begins to rise. All the young men and the girls get a sparkle in their eyes.

The flowers and the crops all begin to wake and and grass begins to grow again hear the noise the mowers make. So welcome, welcome Silver Spring we sing your praises anew but now we must hurry off for there is so much spring cleaning to do.

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Those photos that are not mine are from Pixabay here.