A heart kissed by hope(spring)

Musing on the changing seasons of yesteryear

At last a sign that Winter's through
a songbird on a bough
that greets the lazy rising sun
as only it knows how,
with song that pierces morning air
to hang in fading mist
the farm hand smiles his spirits raised
his heart by hope now kissed,
a hope that lighter, longer days
be dry and winds be stilled
and backs be eased by warming rays
as fields are slowly tilled.

Author's Note

A Saturday morning quickie...not perfect rhyme

Reviews

[Lorry]

I wish someone had told me that this morning Gee, before i put on my long Johns and six other layers, before wrapping myself in waterproofs... that ten seconds of sunlight almost barbecued me!
And yes i know, but i dont trusrlt weatger reports as they all say different things depending on what channel you watch or which newspaper you read, but werent they just talking about snowmaggedon?
No doubt ill wear a t shirt tomorrow and be found under 18 feet of snow!
😀

[Gee]

Good morning.
Gonna be a balmy 16 degrees today, factor 30 for some:))
Hope all okay up North Lorry, thanks for taking time out to have a read

[Lorry]

Gonna be warm here too, with zero chance of rain... so best get my canoe ready! 😀

[redd Brick Keshner]

Oh to get into it with full movement, could winter be a farmer’s sabbatical? Much thought induced by poem🙏🏻🕊

[Gee]

Hi Rick, thanks

[redd Brick Keshner]

Hey! You’re welcome Gee🙏🏻🕊️