Faoin Scáth - Under the Shade: tree

I understand this winter gloom
the Eversnow that stays
from that December past until Spring

That longing time seems always
over the next hill
but not seen until it comes to its ready

My patience (or lack thereof)
means nothing to the turning of the world
More snow
more grey skies and white hills

I know Spring is near
I hear her
but the Winds of the North
carry her further away

I can only ask for the melt
but she doesn't listen
Spring comes in her own time

This winter has given us more snow than I'd like (with more on the way today.) I can hardly wait for Spring but right now, we've struggled in deep snow drifts up this hill.

Snow on the hill

Wee Sprout

Wee Sprout doing well surrounded in a blanket of snow. We look forward to a spring when we can find this young seedling growing again.

Posted at Poets and Storytellers United: Writers' Pantry #58: Is it Spring Yet?

Faoin Scáth - Under the Shade

...and one day
as you sit
under the shade of the red oak tree
hold a book of verse
or short stories
to read your favorite words to the sky
find peace within
that quiet hope
that grows for all those summer days.
Remember grace
and keep it close
to hold the words from the shaded ways.

This will be the new repository for pieces of work that don't quite fit elsewhere. "Faoin Scáth," Irish translation for "Under the Shade". This is a spartan start and will develop along the way.

Imagine sitting under your favorite tree, a warm summer day but you are shaded from the sun, sitting on a bench, stool or leaning against the trunk. A book opened as the soft symphony of dragonflies and song birds drift across the valley and the breeze gently pushing the pages...

You may also let your imagination take it where you will. - Cheers

Faoin Scáth - Under the Shade

February's grim side