If Autumn is an ending and Winter
a cleansing, Spring is certainly
with the brightest of greens and purer
whites followed by fields filled with the yellow
symbols of Wales:
Out from the darkness of abandoned meadows
the most fragile promises of lighter
and brighter days.
Spring has been teasing us all Winter - and now the first snowdrops - which for me are the most delicate symbol of new life stirring, the beautiful promise of longer, warmer days....
Today has been a more peaceful day.