Suddenly at the end of my garden, a spring sign

A small bird twitters on a leafless spray,

Across the snow-waste breaks a gleam of gold:

What token can I give my friend today

But February blossoms, pure and cold?

Frail gifts from Nature’s half-reluctant hand ……

I seevthe signs of Spring about the land….

These chill snowdrops, fresh from wintry bowers,

Are the forerunners of a world of flowers.

by Sarah Downey, Snowdrops (Consolation), c. 1881

Traces of Autumn in Spring

Author: Breda Fay

I'm retired since end August 2016 and loving the new life! More time now for family and friends and to explore craft, history, travel and certainly more of a chance for, me-time. To paraphrase Seuss: I've no tears that (teaching) is over; but many smiles that it happened!

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