my photo
IN FEBRUARY
The frozen ground is broken
Where snowdrops raise their heads
And nod their tiny greeting
In glades and garden beds.
The frozen stream is melted
The white brook turns to brown
And foaming through the coppice
Flows helter skelter down.
The frozen air is golden
With February sun
The winter days are over
Oh, has the Spring begun?
P A Ropes
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