The Spring comes slowly up this way,
Slowly, slowly,
Under a snood of hodden grey.
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The trees are out in Heaven they say. Slowly, slowly, The Spring comes slowly up our way. I can visualise the Spring coming slowly, slowly, treading soft steps. A very sweet and simple poem that attracts with its rhythm.
An extraordinary way of using simple words in a rhythmic pattern, to express a natural climatic change. Thanks for sharing. x
Well written poem Katherine.Congratulations on being member of the day Col Muhammad Khalid Khan