The World Turns To Ice

Friday, 25 February 2011

Watching and waiting for Spring

I walked in the Greenwood today.  The wind was wild.  Bright catkin tassels tossed on hazel twigs.  The glossy holly's time has passed, her scarlet berries plundered by hungry birds in Winter's cold.

                                                                         The poet's tree

                                                       'And Winter slumbering in the open air,  
                                                     Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!'

                                                                                             SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
                                                                                             from 'Work Without Hope'

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