Another day that’s cold and grey,
the warmth of late a memory
and winter coats and scarves appeal
those parts then bared again to seal.
“Ne’er cast a clout till May be out”.
How true is still this proverb old
that warns how fickle is the spring
whose weather mirrors moods that swing.
A drizzle falls from thickening clouds
now drifting in on northwest winds
to sprinkle all that thirst for more
before revealing what’s in store.
Hi Jan, well you’re at your nature loving best here, such great imagery and I can’t wait too see what’s in store, have a great day.
Thanks, Bob. All the best to you 🙂
“that warns how fickle is the spring
whose weather mirrors moods that swing.” – yes!!
Thanks 🙂
are you enjoying the change in weather jan?
lovely entry
Thanks. My old frame doesn’t like anything below 10 degrees C (50F) though I’m not too fussy 🙂
Ah Jan, the smell of the May blossom. Something I remember well. I always knew things were changing when it’s aroma was in the air; one of the great moments in the English seasons.
Lovely poem
Thanks, Paul 🙂 I’ve been trying to comment on your blog posts but without success. I can’t figure out why.