I see buds everywhere, even in trees that look as if they are still winter-bare.
As I walked down the street, musing on this word ‘Bud’, I found a poem writing itself inside my head.
BUD
A perfect word
Let it be said
Enfolding U
From B/irth to D/eath.
so simple so beautiful. Always an inspiration .. thankyou!
Perfect Juliet. Isn’t it wonderful to see the changes around us now.
Wonderful! I will be thinking your poem in my head come spring, Juliet, and I am enjoying the slow emergence of spring in New Zealand. There is nothing like the reemergence of life in spring.
Thank you, kind friends. Penny, I’m glad you can enjoy our spring while your season is doing the opposite.
It is exciting to see the buds just waiting to burst forth, although I think our trees are a bit behind yours in Auckland.
I like the word “buddy” as an synonym for friend. It has an enfolding, companionable sound to it to me.
A wonderful poem very clever and beautiful pictures. Lovely to see the beginning of spring again