Sunday, March 23, 2008

Spring

Easter brought snow to East Anglia


To gardens preparing themselves for summer


To the swans that haunt the river bank


To graffiti ghosts that prowl the underpass


To sunken chests that ripple silent


And protests shouted at the sky.

3 comments:

Princess Haiku said...

This is just gorgeous, Pisces. I hope the tiny crocuses are poking their heads through the snow.

weasel said...

Makes me nostalgic for that particularly East Anglian in town snow of my youth.

jams o donnell said...

Nice shots. Mercifully the snow didn't settle 50 miles westish. Still it would have made for some good photography