When we come out
Of winters shadow
And it’s finally
spring
There is fire in my heart.
And a lightness in my step
And the world seems
full
Of infinite
possibilities
When we come out
Of winters shadow
And it’s finally
spring
There is fire in my heart.
And a lightness in my step
And the world seems
full
Of infinite
possibilities
The chill wind
Bitter and biting
Buffeted the house
Rattling the windows
And whistling at the
door
Exploiting every weakness
Exposing every crack
To chill us to our
bones
The storm raged
Thunder roared
And lightning flashed
As rain fell
unrestrained
From leaden skies
Like liquid knives
Dropping into the
sodden land
Night came early
Beneath the slate grey
Until a tear in the
fabric
Of the unremitting
deluge
A perfect patch of
blue
Showing through the heavy
sky
Brought tranquillity
With a glimpse of
heaven
Through the darkness
A beam of heavens
light
Shone down upon the
land
A beacon from above
To let us know
We are not forsaken
The familiar forked tail
And crescent wing
Of the agile Swift in
sky
Performing aerobatics
Above the fields of
gold
So pleasing to the eye
Long tailed Linnet
Sweet flying Finch
Trill and twitter
Your pleasant song
All Summer long
Kingfisher, Kingfisher
A glint of silver
Catches your eye
And like an arrow
You dart with purpose
Beneath the water
With barely a splash
Disappearing for a
moment
Before returning
With the silver prize
Smooth soft stones
Picked from the beach
Rounded and smooth
To the touch
Opened a floodgate
In my mind
As distant memories
Rushed in
Of a different time
and place
A simpler time
And way of life
When hours could be
spent
In the innocent
pursuit
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...