Ostara

week 30

It seems only the other day that the days were short and chill. And now it's August and the first harvests are already being reaped.  As the Starks say, winter is coming... you can feel it in the air at night, and it won't be long until you can taste it in the air, smell wood fires and start wearing coats again.  Summer arrives with the housemartins nesting and ends when they fly back to South Africa.  Cycle of life measured by the creatures around us and the land as it is reborn, blooms, fruits, dies and then is reborn again. This is a poem I wrote ages ago. I can't think of anything else to share, so here's the poem.


Naked trees
Bare blue skies
Last years leaves
Litter the ground

Cold winds blow
A mighty chill
Rain turns to snow
The sun climbs higher

Daffodils and crocus
Snowdrops and catkins
Life has burst thru
The cold hard earth

Life is imminent
It's waiting to bloom
Green shoots and colours
Birds return home

Colder weather will come
Life still breaks thru
Defying frozen death
Under frost and snow

New life breaks thru
Winters death begins to wane
Sunny days and blue skies
Wake us up within

New life in Springtime
The lambing season not far
Cold winds may blow
Spring has been announced

Spring is also the time that my brother died. He had cancer, he was told he had 2 weeks left in November, so we all went and said goodbye.... and then he didn't die. He seemed to be getting better! He wanted to last til Christmas. He did. He kept setting targets and shocked all the doctors by still living. He wanted to see the daffodils that he'd planted in the garden, and he did. Then he died. It was March 23rd 2013.