Thursday, 13 March 2014

The Light of Spring

No photos - just the ones inside me. Yesterday, I sat on an upturned log in a small section of woodland. I took time to notice…

Spring is gentle and insistent;
Light softens and penetrates.
Birds announce that harder days are over.

The green shoots of the bluebells are appearing
Flowers will come next month.
The earth sighs and relaxes.

Only now do I feel the tension
The holding on
The dead pause
That has kept me.

Spring will heal what is broken
Breathe new life into tired bones
Give succour.