Thursday, January 05, 2017

Poetry Thursday - January Morn

"Bare branches of each tree

on this chilly January morn
look so cold so forlorn.
Gray skies dip ever so low
left from yesterday's dusting of snow.
Yet in the heart of each tree
waiting for each who wait to see
new life as warm sun and breeze will blow,
like magic, unlock springs sap to flow,
buds, new leaves, then blooms will grow."

-  Nelda Hartmann, January Morn  

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Out on the prairie said...

That describes today very well. Got snow, and the cold stays on.Saw a first rack of seeds yesterday.

Marcie said...

I thought it was very fitting too! I have been planning my seed orders and have already placed the order for the first things we need to plant to start from seed indoors.

Pom Pom said...

I hope you are staying nice and warm, good Marcie!