FUJI (wisteria)
By the cottages of Penrhos,
Letting the warm wall take its weight.
Resting on the earth like a mountain does.
Leaning gnarled, an old man supports himself.
When time comes, his tongue flowers
Eloquent strings of song,
After the frosts have gone
And before the long rains.
—
simonhlilly 
Nature is always singing, Simon, and you often capture that song. Thank you.
Thank you!
I hope you get some sunshine too. 🙂