Monday, March 12, 2012

Signs of Spring

My sweet nephew has been picking daffodils and I thought he would enjoy this poem by Wordsworth.

2 comments:

Grace said...

How BEAUTIFULLY rendered.

It was like a smooth yellow cake batter in which the separate ingredients have become one.

I have read that poem so many times, but have NEVER enjoyed it fully before.

Thank You for sharing.

Again, seeing and hearing it like that was just lovely.

God sure does make pretty stuff, doesn't He!

In Him
Grace

D.M. SOLIS said...

I never tire of this poem. I hope your nephew enjoyed it.

Peace and all good things for you in blogging and in life.

Sincerely,
Diane