Hinterlands.

Hinterlands.

Dark and endless aren't they?

These strange inbetween days

at the beginning of a new year;

everyone seems to be waiting;

waiting for the beginning to start,

feeling that first start of change.

And it's cold just now,

frosty air fills our lungs while

we wait...hopeful as every year

begins..this year will be different.

I promise. 

So I walk into the playground, early

don't like to be late and I look up

and am struck by the starkness of the

bare branches scrawling like an

inky mark across the grey clouds,

deliberate and indelible.

And I think well they look dead

but I can see each silhouetted bud

and know in a few weeks there'll be green. 

Recent news of events in people's lives

makes me think and I send my thoughts

out to those feeling hurt and know

that putting your trust in someone

you care about is a little like releasing

a bird into the wild.

You do your best and hope things go ok.

That's all you can do really.

And then I catch sight of a few birds

and think about you

and there's a huge white cross in

the sky coming from aeroplanes

and it makes me smile because it

looks like a great big kiss!

You won't see it I know, like

I know you can see the moon

though, always wherever you are

that's a comforting thought.

How odd that the moon is out

at the same time as the sun...

there's some technical reason I know

but it's like they're showing off just now.

Look at me, look at me I'm beautiful. 

Such a clear, blue sky

not a breath of wind at all.

It's like it's waiting, like we're waiting.

Waiting for Spring to begin,

for the soil to thaw and warm.

It's good to just stand and think

but then the everyday sounds

take over and well it's time

to get a grip because

you can be sure that

Nature's already doing that

and before you know it

it will be Spring and everything

carries on around you

whether you're ready or not.