The Spring Approaches

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 Hi Team,

Catkins spring around the corner in Shropshire

Bare branches. Fuzz bursts – not quite silver, not yet green.

A tremble beneath brittle sky.

Not-yet-warmth tickles.

(Soon: the scent of unfurling)

Not surrender, but winter's breath held, waiting.

Catkins: an exhale against the frost.


A Shropshire Lad

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  1. Abi12 February 2024 at 10:38

    👍🏼

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  2. A Shropshire Lad12 February 2024 at 12:25

    Thanks Abi..glad you enjoyed the poem...do you have signs of Spring near you?

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  3. ~elen~23 February 2024 at 12:28

    So glad I found this blog today - it's lovely! Now Shropshire's on my bucket list. Thank you

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