Life Starts Again
Another fresh morning greets us here in the fenland with that cold wind yet again forcing us to light wood fires and wrap in layers of plenty, my warm kiln will welcome my freezing fingers this morning and that little fire dragon that stands in barn corner will breath out warm air as it's belly glows golden with flames from fen timber.
I see my world changing every day with snowdrops arriving like bands of spring outlaws hiding under every tree, there they sit with heads bowed after the battle with late winter, ready to welcome spring they wait, humble yet so very beautiful they look.
Every tree and shrub hold a thousand buds of leaf, natures jewellery they will form, no gold or stones of light do they need, just those honest green pendants that gather water and make our lands so green, great shade they form where bead hermit will sit and write and dream of worries lifting to leave a restful life with quiet days in which to melt his glass.
The wren hops from every web searching her food and robins sit watching over every change, collard dove collects twig and stick to form and restore and those tiny blue darts that tits throw through conifer branches seem now so bright.
Even my flame is happy licking colours of bright fun, another sign of clear warm days I wonder, does this magical fire that teaches me know how the seasons turn or does it once more play tricks with me, I'll never know for sure but ancient glass hermits trusted and so will I.
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