entirely upon the breeze
there is a certain fragrant ease
a vernal arrogance, a tease
each hole unfurled
and when, at last, the thaw seeps in
unleashed, a thousand thoughts that sing
of spring and wings and newborn things
emerges fierce from dreams of frost
the victor clings and counts no cost
“Footprints in the snow; two sets of footprints are all that mark the line of the bridleway from Windy Hall down to Garrigill village in South Tynedale” Oliver Dixon (CC A-S A 2.0)
Today I walked in a snowstorm
to my friend’s funeral
and when I got back, my daughter
lost a tooth.
The friendship had blossomed
quickly and deeply, but not as fast
as the cancer. I wanted to see spring
with this friend.
The tooth was only
the second one lost, and her smile
all over again.