The poem, ‘Changeover’ was written after a spell of extreme weather and holds a lot of hope. There may be a few storms left to come, but I’m ready to welcome spring.
There is certainly a little more light in the day — daffodils and crocuses are raising their heads and when we do get sunshine, the colour of the sky seems to have more presence, more staying power.
Let’s remember that feeling when world news threatens our inner calm.
Changeover
When the sea makes snow
it cries in cloud form,
winter is held to its face.
Breath freezes in waves
on a grey underchurn,
day after lightless day.
March offers peace —
a raw brow, but one that
might soften in morning sun.
Let it be spring, this
sea-storm a chance to
fine-tune the patter —
tears now dew; the sky
unpeeled to a
new, exposed cobalt.
K. S. Moore
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