The wheel of the year has turned through the spring equinox, the clocks have been put forward and the light has changed. The World is renewed and we have a chance to move on if we are so inclined.
I open up my senses to warmer air, increased birdsong, the feeling of growth beneath my feet, as our mother the Earth gives birth to a bright abundance of flowers like light bursting skyward back towards the sun that first warmed their seeds. It’s a time of renewed hope, of creative and personal possibility, responsibility towards the planet that sustains us, a time to begin new projects and to look forward to the promise of celebration that summer brings. I for one, have been inspired to write several poems and to write down headings for a new creative writing project that is neither fiction nor poetry and which I hope will be a quick flowing stream by the time of the summer solstice. More about this later if everything goes to plan and the muse is good to me.
After the Storm*
On spring’s edge I awake in sunshine
Golden warm and light upon my face
And bright Cardiff Bay sharp glittering
After the rage of gale and white storm
When the air rings and sings with birds
When silent hideaway time has ended
Icy snow transforms in rippling rivulets
And yet a strange sense of quiet descends
Beyond the bird and windsong in the trees
Like the world and I are both washed clean
And something in my space has changed
A Scots pine supporting, holding as I see
An open door a lighter path, a brighter me.
*From The Starlit Door, 2018
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