Well, despite the strong winds yesterday, it seems the little bit of rain and warmer temperatures have done the trick, and Spring has arrived. The sticky buds on the horse chestnuts have split at last, the daffs are out and we have cherry blossom. Rather bizarrely, we also have blackthorn in flower – it just goes to show how far behind everything has got!
To cap it off, on the way to work this morning I spotted my first swallow 🙂 So there we are, bread and cheese, lambs and now swallows. Spring has sprung!
I’ve been saving the photo above for just this occasion, I took it last summer in Glastonbury, as far as I can remember it’s part of a stained glass window in a chapel on the High Street.
Has slipped through a fracture in the snow-sheet
Which is still our sky –
She flicks past, ahead of her name,
Twinkling away out over the lake.
Reaching this way and that way, with her scissors,
Trout are still too numb and sunken to stir for.
Sahara clay ovens, at mirage heat,
Glazed her blues, and still she is hot.
She wearied of snatching clegs off the lugs of buffaloes
And of lassooing the flirt-flags of gazelles.
They told her the North was one giant snowball
Rolling South. She did not believe them.
So she exchanged the starry chart of Columbus
For a beggar’s bowl of mud.
Setting her compass-tremor tail-needles
She harpooned a wind
That wallowed in the ocean,
Working her barbs deeper
Through that twisting mass she came –
Did she close her eyes and trust in God?
No, she saw lighthouses
Streaming in chaos
Like sparks from a chimney – She had fixed her instruments on home.
And now, suddenly, into a blanch-tree stillness
A silence of celandines,
A fringing and stupor of frost
She bursts, weightless –
On eggs frail as frost.
There she goes, flung taut on her leash,
Her eyes at her mouth-corners,
Water-skiing out across a wind
That wrecks great flakes against windscreens.