Tuesday, 16 April 2013

Spring Woodland

Walking in East Blean Woods today, the ground was carpeted with wood anemones

The coming of spring always makes me think of Dream by the Moody Blues

When the white eagle of the North Is flying overhead
And the browns, reds and golds of autumn 
Lie in the gutter, dead


Remember then, the summer birds 
With wings of fire flaying
Come to witness Spring's new hope 
Born of leaves decaying


miniature forest of moss
As new life will come from death
Love will come at leisure
Love of love, love of life
And giving without measure
Gives in return a wondrous yearn 
Of a promise almost seen
Live hand-in-hand 
And together we'll stand 
On the threshold of a dream....

 Love these trees, they seem to have their arms around each other!

1 comment:

Bigbluebed said...

It looks like a lovely walk. And it is so nice to see things flowering again.