When the winter sun lifts its head above the horizon For a brief few hours our hearts are lightened As we remember the warmth and buzz of summer. But for now, the land lies cold, hibernating Waiting for that angle of light that signals New beginnings – Spring.
As the sun dropped from a cold winter sky and the last rays filtered into the forest, the chill turned reds to blues and greens to greys. I caught my breath as crackling ice crept into the undergrowth and night-time creatures hooted from their nests or tripped from their holes moving into the freezing dusk. I had a vague sense of unease as light turned to dark and I had to remind myself that this was the same world it was minutes before.