Winter's End

[Trystan]

Today the birds they sing
Of sun, and clear blue sky.
The season's a-changing;
About bloody time.


Here's to spring. Cheers.

[blazeofglory]

Today the birds they sing
Of sun, and clear blue sky.
The season's a-changing;
About bloody time.


Here's to spring. Cheers.

An undertone that blends joys with pains. Two things put together, mirthfulness and sadness beautifully.

Of course such constructs make spawn a good poem.