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There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
November by Walter de la Mare
What's your favourite thing about spring?
Spring is in the air, I can feel it, and I love it! In the UK at the moment the sun is shining, and everyone is walking around with a smile on their face.
So, it got me thinking..
What's your favourite thing about spring? Mine is seeing the flowers grow in the garden, as there is nothing there in winter at all, so seeing all of the colour is most welcome!