April’s arrived but then what’s in a name?
Nature is playing still its waiting game.
Springtime on tiptoes trips first here then there,
urging to action all those that might dare.
A planet moves so very far away
and eyes look up to see its rising suns
with scorching breath ignite another day.
Those of the night descend without delay.
And if Spring is here, summer is not that behind and that’s like a symphony for my heart 🙂
Thanks, Blaga. I share your feelings 🙂
“Springtime on tiptoes” Love that image!
Thanks, Madeleine. It doesn’t want to get cold feet 🙂