The Green Beneath the Snow

a rhyme for the spring equinox... the hills are growing green beneath the snow white horses, shake the winter from your manes the spring has come, the wild wind told me so cold ice be gone, and warm sweet water flow come, crocuses, and flower on the plains the hills are growing green beneath the snow grey gulls fly high, and clouds of blossom blow come, laughing crows, and dance within the rains the spring has come, the wild wind told me so soon summer, and so many seeds to sow come, sun, spill down the furrows of the lanes the hills are growing green beneath the snow bright gorse ablaze, and alder tops aglow come blood, and flood the burrows of the veins the spring has come, the wild wind told me so dark night be gone, long days of light to go come love, with all your mysteries and pains the hills are growing green beneath the snow and spring has come, the wild wind told me so © Gail Foster 17th March 2018