The Winters Spring

The winter comes; I walk alone,I want no bird to sing;
To those who keep there hearts there own the winter is the spring.

No flowers to please_No bees to hum_The coming spring's already come.
I never Want the Christmas rose to come before Its time;

The seasons, each as God bestows, are simple and sublime.
I love to see the snow storm hing,'Tis but the winter garb of spring.

I never want the grass to bloom:
The snowstorms best in white.

I love to see the tempest come and love its piercing light.
The dazzled eyes that love to cling, o`er snow white the meadows sees the spring.

I love the snow, the crumbling snow That hangs on everything, it covers everything below, Like white dove`s brooding wing , A landscape to the aching sight, A vast expanse of dazzling light.

It is the foliage of the woods, that winter the dress, White Easter of the year in bud, That makes the winter spring.

The frost and snow his posies bring, Natures white spurts of The spring.

About John Clare

• John Clare was born in 1793
• He died on May 20,1864
• Most of his poems describe rural life and nature
• His most powerful poems are about nature!

Biblography:

• www.poemhunter.com (I got my poem here)
• www.wikipedia/JohnClare.com (This is where I got my information.)

Thank You For listening!