waking slowly, you smile
and colour bursts across the hillsides,
fat, furry bees investigate your sleeves
The clocks went forward on the weekend here in NZ and now we live with the illusion that it takes longer for the darkness of night to settle over the land. Of course night and day come and go as they’ve always done – it’s just that we’ve adjusted our schedules to look at it differently.
And the land – she had started to wake – with trees opening their bright green hands, and blossoms everywhere – except now we’ve just had a dreaded cold snap.
I fear Spring is shivering in the rain and I wish I could wrap her in my arms and keep her warm.