Tuesday, 24 February 2015

Spring Fortitude




What a show this is, the Weather Spectacular!
Hail strikes and sheets of lightening - gripped we are in the drama of it - agog for thunder which rolls elsewhere - where did that thunder go?
And when the sun strikes up the wind cuts ice cold through unwary bones.
And then rain, heavy  rain that would flatten a rainbow. How can water be so cold and not ice? The sky so dark and not night?
And if there were a time to venture tender petals, would this be it?
A time for buds to birth from bark?
But here they are: vulnerable, with fortitude. The miracle of reoccurrence. 



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