How I long for Spring.
After days confined by ice
Want my jail door sprung.
Walking safe and free
I’ll smell every flower bud.
Ample time for that.
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Oh yes let’s break out and have some spring! love this
Great comment. Thanks.
Spring is on the way.
It really is. 🙂
Despite the frost, the spring flowers have started to bloom 🙂
Wonderful. I’ve only seen the tips of bulbs popping up.