20th March

A first day blessing
I’m bathed in the softness
And light from daffodils dancing
In their misty dream
A lamb is held gently
In the lea, and I
I’m at heavens gate
Where the light is thin
Leaving the hinterland
Between winter and spring
Buoyed by the spirits of fairies
And legends
And the stories we told
Before the fall of the bold.
The daffodils sing
In their lemon and gold.
There’s always a crack
Where the light gets in
I’m waiting there
And wondering.
#poetry