Friday, 4 March 2011

The Soft Footsteps of March

Dressed in the yellow light of her spring sunshine, March tiptoed in and left the door ajar. Winter shouted after her as she trailed new life. The coldness of his breath chilling my hopeful bones. For now they coexist, sharing the earth... but as each day passes the scales are tipped in the favour of Spring.

"There is in all visible things...a hidden wholeness." -Thomas Merton


rebecca said...

Oh I like this! Wonderfully expressed!

Paul Andrew Russell said...

Lovely, Susannah. 'March tiptoed in...'

March roared in here like a Lion, on the back of a blizzard! Hopefully it'll go out like a lamb. :-)

Susannah said...

Thanks very much Rebecca. :-)

Susannah said...

Hello Paul, I really don't envy you your blizzard! It has been cold here but as least we have sunshine. :-)

CathieT said...

Lovely, I'm for Spring!

Susannah said...

Thanks Cathie, good to see you here. :-)

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