Forsythia

In sweet April, before the month's old,
Forsythia's covered in gold:
Yellow flowers shine bright
In the early spring light.
Prune the bush when they wither, we're told.

© Celia Warren 2016

For another Forsythia picture and poem from 5 years ago, click here!

We've enjoyed another lovely blue skied day, but bitterly cold for St George's Day, Shakespeare's birthday and his 400th anniversary. I feel sure it should be warmer than this by now. But the cold wind dried the washing, so I shouldn't complain.