Chill and rainy, spring has come
The Ides of March are near.
And all around the garden brown
Shades of green appear.
Though wind and rain still beat the ground
And mud does claim the day,
A secret green lies tightly furled
And soon will have its say.
In gardens up and down the street
Are hints of green and gold.
In old peoples’ gardens, Daffodils
Are shining proud and bold.
Old people’s gardens keep the faith,
Their greening shrubs declare,
That Winter’s grip must surely fade
For Spring is in the air.
Old Peoples’ Gardens, © 2017 Connie J. Jasperson, All Rights Reserved
Anemones and Daffodils, Henry Roderick Newman (1843 – 1917) [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons