Standard Posted by Brenda Davis Harsham Posted on April 6, 2018 Posted under Photography, Poetry Comments 29 Comments Under the Snow Under the snow that falls today, are blooms that smell like blue sky and sunshine. Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham Notes: It may be wet, windy and snowy, but I’m thinking spring. Ways to Share this:EmailPrintTwitterPinterestFacebookMoreTumblrPocketLinkedInRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related FlowerpoemPoetrysnowspringsunshine Post navigation ← Young Girls Rise Signs of Spring → 29 thoughts on “Under the Snow” Thank you! I needed that, as winter came back snow and all! LOL! ❤ LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Let’s hope that the last of it. 🙂 LikeLike Reply The snowdrops bounced back but the crocus plants did poorly here and the daffodils have taken a bashing but show signs of recovery – dare we think Spring! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply I’m hoping for spring, but they are forecasting rain or snow for next week! Ahh! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ….we can only hope!! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply 🙂 I’ll have to go by and see what they look like today. 🙂 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I hope they survive LikeLiked by 2 people Reply They come us every year, but we haven’t had snow this late in a long time. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Your photo caught my eye as I scrolled through the feed on my phone … time is short for us all and good photos will often be the catalyst for a decision to stop and ‘visit’ the whole post. So thrilled I did. Beautiful poem my lovely. The photo relates to my blog name and they are my two favourite colours together 💜💙 LikeLiked by 2 people Reply What a wonderful blog name you have. These tiny flowers caught my eye, not higher than my ankle, but bursting with summer color. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Stunning … I’m just starting to think about gardening as a relaxing proposition rather than a tedious chore. Where I shall find the time, I am unsure as yet 🙈 Thank you regarding the name choice.. 🥂🙈 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Planting is my favorite part, aside from celebrating when things bloom. Pruning is endless. But it’s wonderful to put a bench in a good spot and sit there drinking ice water after a day of edging and shaping. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply I can truly imagine the satisfaction that you’ve helped nature along … 🌸 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Oops… meant that final emoji to be a pretty flower 🌸!!! x LikeLiked by 1 person Reply How lovely. 🙂 LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Thanks! LikeLike Reply This morning snow flakes as big as the palm of my hand came sailing down. A delightful event at Christmas, but now??? Beautiful poem! It will cast a spell on winter to make room for Spring, Brenda! LikeLiked by 3 people Reply A little magic spell. 🙂 I hope it works. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply That is so pretty….so delicate and true. What a delightful prelude to spring….it’s coming. I’m sure of it! LikeLiked by 3 people Reply I’m sure it is. I remember one year seeing snow in May… but that was a long time ago. LikeLike Reply Your poem today helped a bit in our snowshower turned snowstorm. I love “blooms that smell like blue sky”! LikeLiked by 3 people Reply Thanks, Donna. 🙂 We got more snow than forecast, too. LikeLike Reply c’mon out, little beauties… LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Survive the cold night. 🙂 LikeLike Reply Im always amazed when my flowers survive. Beautiful!!! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Me, too. 🙂 LikeLike Reply We have to keep thinking spring. LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Definitely. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply Lovely! 🙂 LikeLiked by 2 people Reply Comments welcome! Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.