The Sun, The Sun,

What glory today.....

...cold nose peeping over my scarf..

..earth sodden with days of rain..

.the layers of dead and decaying leaves make for a slithering walk among the trees...
..we disturb two red deer...leaping silently through the brambles and over the fence..

....The Lodger strains at the lead....the hinds scent evokes a song and dance in him...

..a buzzard hidden in the tree suddenly takes off above us...wide wings gliding effortlessly across the waterlogged fields...

..late winter sun weakly shines through....bringing a lifting of my spirits..

....tiny wings flapping in my heart....

..could spring be here?......





Snowdrops

Do you know what I was, How I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you,

I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn't expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring-

afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy

in the raw wind of the new world.

Louise Gluck.