
struggling to walk a little
because you've found that
underneath the layers of jumpers
and coats and scarves
winter bones are brittle
and removing those layers is
something of a risky business
because the next gust of wind might
blow it all over
and April showers wash what's left
away.
and yet
there's the old image
of Spring breathing life into things
which you never really believed
but perhaps this year things will be
different
and something may come of it after all.
I don't know what is is about your words, but they have this quiet beauty and understated insight and I just love them so much, and the time in between your posts is always too long for my impatient self, and oh dear, this is quite a run-on sentence. So yes. I love this poem. And the photo. And you! ♥
ReplyDeleteso pretty.
ReplyDeleteam very much looking forward to spring.
i am a winter person, but it has been terribly cold of late.
spring is my new favourite. warm but still fresh.
xxx
ps. thank you for the lovely comment regarding my new job. i am so excited.
x
This is heart-warming and hopeful. <3
ReplyDeletebeautiful minna, as always x
ReplyDeleteOh yes, this is perfect. I hope spring for you lives up to all expectations. Meanwhile I have begun to welcome winter
ReplyDeletexx Carina
Sometimes it can be good to cling to clichés. Wishing you fresh breezes, blooming blossom trees, daffodils, etc this Spring. xx
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! And the photograph is lovely too.
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