February 1, 2012 12 Comments
The land returns to colour
over glimpses of the sea,
spring just up ahead
on the breeze, in the snowdrops
with their frosted pearls,
passing on the word
for the winter-witch to read.
In the promised glint of sunlight
a red admiral flaps
around the violet woods,
the yellow clumps of celandine
that shine sharp and bright.
Climbing the ascent
towards the cliff, the trees
peter out and light
sparkles off the water. I climb
higher still, high above the skyline
tracing footprints above the cove,
around myself, waiting for a ship
to disturb the water, be swallowed
by the blue. I stand at the edge
with sea-wind raking through my hair.
I don’t look down at all.