February Blog 2021

Landmarks

 

Our days are like snow, we wake,

open curtains wide to the world,

the silent garden draped in white.

The sheer weight of it -

fences sag, paths, trees – all blanked-out

No landmarks to navigate now.

So, we start again – listen for sound,

a flurry of wing, children sledging the brae,

echoes bring hope in the breath-laden air.

Snow is still falling, each flake,

different from the last.

Imprints of us soon disappear -

so, we begin again.

Frozen beneath the falling sky,  

we fashion snowmen, in our likeness,

new landmarks – for a new day.

Tomorrow, we form another,

more perfect than the last.

The next, we wake to snow melt –

the first fragile hint

of blossom on the tree.