As April is nearly over thought I should get a move on and post something before the month ends. It has been fairly dry but cold hovering around the 10 degree centrigrade mark. Some good things happened and some not so good. The not so good is the fact that the house builders have moved into the field surrounding our house and begun great earth-moving and earth-shattering operations. Everything is covered in a layer of fine yellow sand. As it’s now May I am cutting my losses and posting April quickly. This used to be a field growing barley, winter wheat, potatoes or peas.
So I was going to try for at least one post a month …….
A windy day today, 14th March, but mild and bright. Frogs are very busy in the ponds today so I thought I’d post a little poem, one of the very first I attempted (I’m a late starter where poetry’s concerned). It had been a very hard winter and the pond had been frozen for many days. We counted over 20 dead frogs – but some survived and lived to breed again.
The dormant pond lies white and thick with frost
so frogs below must dwell in mud and wait.
The ice-trapped air has spread its poison breath
and ghostly glass-blurred corpses float beneath
I place the bodies in their earthy grave.
The pond, as black as mountain lochans, lies
unchanged until the robin builds his nest
when jewelled spawn and hope returns once more.