The damp mould of winter
Begins to disperse-
The cruel hail,
Of darker days –
Giving way to hope of,
Brighter hues.
The vanilla threads of spiderwebs-
Glisten under the hands of morning dew.
The compass of the evening sun.
Finding itself,
Navigating once again.
The burnished heads of daffodils –
Nod gently in approval of,
A spring revival.
And the dormouse begins to stir-
Emboldened by the promise of
Tomorrow.
- dalee Generated
- This is my own work and has not been generated in whole or in part by AI
So good Celia! Your love of spring shows clearly here. The part about daffodils nodding in approval was my favorite part
Aw thanks Kenny…actually don’t like spring much 🤣 Put Poppy did a prompt 😁
Beautiful writing…and just saw your comment to Kenny! It does read like you like spring…but even if you don’t…it’s beautifully evocative of what spring is for a lot of people. I love how you ended it because I think for many spring is that welcome gateway after the harshness of winter that means Summer is coming.