Good morning Frederick, a lovely sensitive poem, I feel your warmth like the spring light shining upon my face as I sip morning coffee on the porch. Have a wonderful day, Geraldine
Fabulous photos, the top one reminds me of my native country Sweden. The poem is truly beautiful, Frederick. --
A month shifts to another month, but also a season shifts into another. We often feel inspired to mark those shifts, to acknowledge that they are parts of our life. With love, Maria
Love this. The Bee Gees have a song, The First of May, that I listen to each May 1st (many times on other dates, too). Your poem reminded me of this. The awakening, a new dawn, a new month. Fresh, clean. Thank you, Frederick.
Good morning Frederick, a lovely sensitive poem, I feel your warmth like the spring light shining upon my face as I sip morning coffee on the porch. Have a wonderful day, Geraldine
Thank you, Geraldine, for your thoughts, kind words, and your restack. 🙏
Sounds like your day had a good start.😎
May Day! May Day! Spring is early this year thanks to that warm weather we had earlier. So lovely!
Fabulous photos, the top one reminds me of my native country Sweden. The poem is truly beautiful, Frederick. --
A month shifts to another month, but also a season shifts into another. We often feel inspired to mark those shifts, to acknowledge that they are parts of our life. With love, Maria
Many thanks, Maria, for your encouraging comments and being a friend. 🙏
Thank you, Marisol and Joe, for your restacks. 🙏
Love this. The Bee Gees have a song, The First of May, that I listen to each May 1st (many times on other dates, too). Your poem reminded me of this. The awakening, a new dawn, a new month. Fresh, clean. Thank you, Frederick.
Thank you Ross, for the restack. If I’d had your gift for rhyme, I’d write about spring in an ancient context as if I were a druid.