Thoughts of Spring

The clocks have moved forward. The Lyth Bank lanes are primrose studded. Sparky celandines wide open to the sun as winter wanes and lengthening days renew age-old designs. A pre-dawn chorus, eager for the day, each one its neighbour seeking to outplay. The cherry and the sloe, piled high with snow, and, in the gardens, sweet magnolia. Along these lovely lanes we gladly go, delighting in the encircling drama, yet mindful of the loved ones gone ahead and in whose steps we do forever tread. Since Man’s short sojourn on the Earth began, we’ve viewed with certainty each newborn spring. Whilst counting down our life’s allotted span we wonder how and when the years will bring an end to suffering on this fair planet. We pray for those who will this Earth inherit.