Thaw
Over land speckled with snow half-thawed
The speculating rooks at their nests cawed
And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flower of grass
What we below could not see, Winter pass
This perfect short poem by my favourite poet Edward Thomas, seems to capture that subtle shift from one season to another.
Warm days, with the sun on our shoulders, buds bursting and the trees blossoming are on their way!
