Trumpeting
By Rhiannonw
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Bare bones stand lifeless, gaunt and sere
– the wood is dark and drear.
Can life return ?– there seems no gleam
of colour or of green.
We leave the wood, and driving past
the grassy verge, a yellow blast
is trumpeting from sparkling gold
that spring is back – its touch behold!
[IP: 50 words, no more, no less]
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yellow blast is fantastic,
yellow blast is fantastic, you are clever :0) I have just been listening to the Four Seasons, and Spring sounds just like daffodils the way you describe them here
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I saw the yellow blast!
I saw the yellow blast! Indeed it looks as if the green buds will never burst, the wood is dark and drear. lovely little piece Rhiannon. The daffodils have saved spring.
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I am beginning to think we
I am beginning to think we should make Denzella chief IP setter as this is producing such brilliant results! Spring has been such a long time coming this year hasn't it? I'm still waiting for the yellow blast in my garden. Happy Easter Rhiannon
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I love the optimism in this,
I love the optimism in this, just what I need on what is another cold, wet, grey day!
Thank you for this Rhiannon - as insert says, the IP is producing some wonderful results.
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This joyful welcome to spring
This joyful welcome to spring is a real antidote to the gloom of a prolonged winter - it's our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day!
Author's own picture.
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Lovely blast of daffs.
Lovely blast of daffs.
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A lovely touch of Spring in
A lovely touch of Spring in your poem Rhiannon.
Jenny.
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