Sunshine Lights The Fens

Cold But Bright


   Strong sunshine lights up the fens this last day of February, it's marriage to the cold breeze from the north making such a fresh clean morning, one of bird song and dancing conifer branches swaying like green waves . Finches chatter in Lilac and blackbird washes it her morning pool, crystal clear and cold as ice it cleans every feather. Bird boxes welcome blue tit and great but will they stay, will they make their home and be safe, travel a thousand times from feeder to hole with beaks of full in months to come, maybe they will.
   With morning sun come thoughts of clay for this bead hermit, afternoons sitting in warm garden throwing pots and bowls and longing my life to stay that way, peaceful and honest hidden away from the busy world with my flame to welcome me each dawn and clay to cleanse my hands each evening, no better way can I think to spend my days, no better way.

   Today I look to old friends in my flame, focal beads of stone and coats of clear to protect their core, silver tears that drop onto their faces never to move again, there they stay for a hundred years, admired and worn around slender necks of those who care, passed to daughters from aged hands onto another life where they show off the magical tricks of fire and glass.