The snow, white and light
falls gently on the street;
thinking that it just might
escape the weight of a stranger’s feet.
It won’t stay white for ever;
falling prey to the attack of passing traffic.
The slush lies on the ground and lingers,
to turn to ice amidst the cracks and crevices
This anadromous creature has completed her journey; Gone as far as she can, now she’s feeling hungry. Hungry for life, family and friends, and to live again, she’s decided it’s time for a new face at
She can’t be rushed, oh no, everything according to its season. And just when you can’t bear the barren ground for much longer, she spreads a little happiness-croci, snow drops and the yellow daffodil
