I sit and look. And ponder.
The view from my window is a mix of winter and spring.
A bare branched mulberry tree waves in the breeze.
Next to it is a lush, newly green curved hedge.
And all around are signs of spring bursting forth
from a winter’s hibernation, stretching arms out to soak in the sun.
A whisp of breeze stirs the shrubs and trees into gentle dance.
The wind charm on my decking joins in with a twirling minuet.
The sky can’t seem to make up it’s mind.
It morphs from cloudless and sunny
to big white cotton wool puffs of cumulonimbus.
And when next I look dark thunder clouds burst into buckets of rain.
Last night we had thunder and lightning.
The earth is shifting and changing twixt seasons
reluctant to let go of winter’s slumber
yet aching to feel the warmth stirring it to life.
I too am caught up in the rhythms of the seasons.
Like life emerging from deep hibernation
I look forward to stretching my limbs to soak sun.
© Raili Tanska
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