I realise that I love this winter
And it is now
Suddenly, the trees show their gentle branches
To the world, silver white against
The broad sky
The birds sing their shrill prayers
By day and the owl murmur their own words
At night to the silver moon
And there we are hunched, buried in this rich earth
Nestled against deep leaved memories
I’m happy this year to curl up and wait this time
Until the silver chuckle of Spring appears again
Over the ripening hills
To spread her dulcet wings
Then she'll brush our cheeks
And wake us from this quiet earth
Ill see you on that green hillside.
7/12/11