
First day of maternity leave
spring is awakening
sun lights the golden trees
birds in high branches sing
Spring is awakening
horses graze furrowed fields
birds in high branches sing
as the new year unfolds

Horses graze furrowed fields
obelisks measure time
as a new life unfolds
beneath this heart of mine
Obelisks measure time
first day of maternity leave
beneath this heart of mine
sun lights the golden trees
A lovely pantoum. Enjoy this time, Ingrid. 💙
We had a few spring-like days, but I think spring itself is far off here.
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Thank you, Merril: looking forwards 🌷 😊
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You’re welcome, Ingrid.
As you should be looking!
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I’m guessing that this isn’t set now… surely up North is still a winndswpt snowland? :)
Great poem!
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Ahaa, but it is! 32 weeks 🤰😊 – the snow has melted and the sun came out today. Hope it’s not too cold where you are!
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Oh, happy day! 🥰 Love your poem and your beautiful photos. 💙
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Thank you, Michele – good to have some time to relax 🥰
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