When the forsythias burst forth with their color, I will be ready,
receiving their encouragement as a sign, that surely
the hard days of winter, are over
and flowers, will live again.
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When the forsythias burst forth with their color, I will be ready,
receiving their encouragement as a sign, that surely
the hard days of winter, are over
and flowers, will live again.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
Can’t wait!
Me too! Thank you Connie. Peace to you!
Always waiting for them to blossom!!!
Yes me too! Thank you Erika! Peace and have a great week.
Thank you, you too, Nicodemas!