The white hush of winter is slowly rousing with shades of blue and green; waking in notes of almost forgotten songs that fled south to abandon the months of sterile cold snow. We who have remained behind are glad to welcome back the prodigal sons of Spring as we sit and listen to the tales of where they’ve been and warmer places. We drink from the cups of wine they bring as gifts, the grape hyacinth and the rosé heather that has been blooming beneath the fluff of frozen water.
Today I saw the orange placard of the robin announcing his arrival.
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Today my grey backyard looks green. Today the grass has pushed aside the snow that bore down on it till last night, and my window sill is visited everyday by a chestnut coloured sparrow. We’ll have to speak very softly. We dont want to scare spring away.
Lovely. We’ll have to practice poetics in some of our communications after September–that’ll be fun!