On Fridays we Upload Poetry

It’s probably optimistically early but hey we all need a little optimism on a rainy day.

Signs of Spring

The silver sunshine reflects on the roads,

That are slick with the spoils of the nighttime storm.

The houses on the hill sing out their colours.

The grass grows greener,

As the wind blows,

No longer cruel.

Now fresh and new.

The snow drops peek out,

Under the trees that whisper,

The promise of their leaves.

Not yet.

But soon.

I wrote this last year during the lockdown. It is one of many inspired by Bristol.

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