Painting by Edvard Munch
All awakenings
Should be shot with gladness,
Like the first dawn blush
In the eastern sky,
And the song of the first bird.
* * *
Rising sun reaches
Between scattered clouds,
Tears the tattered veil of morning,
Turns shadows into light.
* * *
Buds swell,
Green spring
Creeps slowly to eclosion,
And in the promise
Of blossom and summer scents,
Are all of autumn’s falling leaves.
* * *
When first we met,
And we were young,
We took life easy
As a summer’s day.
We gave no thought
How seasons turn,
And winter’s never far away.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
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No amount of poetry is going to make it come any quicker Jane. 😉 Seriously, lovely pieces.
I’d like to slow it down frankly. As soon as the winter cold is finished the greenery just explodes. I’d like to watch it unfurling for a bit longer.
These are all gorgeous bites of beauty – kudos especially for eclosion because I had to look it up 😉
Thank you! So did I. Couldn’t decide if it was Franglais. Or I’d made it up. It happens.