Continuance

It’s winter again,
Clad in wool,
I smelt in the afternoon sun,
Enduring these blues,
Is not much a bother.
Lull, my love is for sun,
No you canna win!
The good thing about winter,
Is that you can plant for the spring.
Look how hope doesn’t wither,
There’s always something.
Something to look out for,
Something to do.
So, I sowed a few seeds,
Some Chrysanthemums and Anemones,
Dahlias and Daffodils.
They said five centimetres deep,
Five centimetres apart,
Played with the soil and
Put some in pots and the rest in the plot.
Now, watering them each day,
Smiling at them, singing and talking,
and waving the ‘hey’.
Whispering to them,
“you must grow and flourish,
hang in there, I shall nourish”.
I will know it’s spring again,
when you flower in abundance.
Look how hope doesn’t wither,
There’s always continuance.
Some Chrysanthemums and Anemones,
Dahlias and Daffodils.
photo of yellow and purple flowers
Photo by Bud Jenkins on Pexels.com

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