The photo speaks its own message.
Very still, chilly breeze, birds singing for Imbolc/Candlemas ….But fallen giant conifer trees from the storms are on slopes exposed and waterlogged ground. After the storms, the birds sing of hope, for Spring, new life, another season to grow. Bittersweet calm, but the low sun rising is warming the cold wet land and her creatures. [Gill]

February
tiptoes across a winter landscape,
luring us away, from cold depression 
of dark, dank January.

Weak, shy strengthening Sun,
practices dazzling us with brightness;
whispering promises of hope
about Spring beyond.

Ah! What trembling beauty
lays a carpet of expectant joy!

Mr G  February 2024

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