As the late daffodils begin to
Parade their yellow nodding heads above
Receding crocuses and snowdrops,
Imperceptible changes now give way to a
Luxuriance of growth in every wood and copse.
I pray that this beautiful scene does soon arrive in reality! Very good.
Sutble and well crafted. I really enjoyed this, John. Love the final line. We don't hear much about copses now but the word evokes a beautiful tranquil world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are talented,your poems inspire me and encourage me