Echoes

The house looks bare,
the tinsel’s gone,
the baubles packed away,

no holly swags
now deck the halls,
no berries bright and gay.

Our feasting’s done,
just echoes now,
no carols left to sing,

but all around
I see the signs;
soon it will be Spring.

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5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. julespaige
    Jan 10, 2018 @ 16:49:13

    We are having a heat wave – it is above 32 F or 0 C!
    While it might feel like spring for a couple of days the temps are supposed to dip again…

    Reply

  2. elaine patricia
    Jan 10, 2018 @ 21:27:34

    One daffodil is in flower at the place where William Wordsworth lived. Rather apt as his poem Daffodils seems to be known by multitudes of people.

    Reply

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