How I love the springtime, in the Autumn of my years:-
The depth and clarity of memories is moving me to tears.
A carpet of blue violets is lying at my feet,
I bend and draw a deep breath
Their perfume is so sweet.
Memories come rushing back of woods so fresh and green,
Of primroses and mossy banks
Where I could sit and dream
Of fairies, elves and little folk
That lived among the trees,
Knocking on a tree trunk
Asking whose cosy homes are these?
A little blackbird with the sweetest song
Outside the kitchen door,
Golden rays from the setting sun
Stream across the floor.
Winter tips his hat as he bids us all goodbye,
Sweeping rose and silver hues
Caress the evening sky
The frogspawn in the garden pond,
The tadpoles soon come out
Swimming in the little stream
Impossible to count.
Their transformation into frogs
Never ceases to enthral
Bringing back dear memories
Of Biology at school.
I love the changing seasons
But Spring has a special charm
Making us feel young again
It reminds us who we are.
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