Wednesday, 18 June 2014

Winter comes

With faint dry sound,
Like steps of passing ghosts,
The leaves, frost-crisp'd, break from the trees
And fall.  Adelaide Crapsey

Love the wild of winter and the moments of deep silence after the frost. I know the gentle delights that are to come with the early bulbs and the cyclamens that light the dark days. Thinking of new Nature Study cards.