Monday, 31 December 2012

31 December 2012

Trudging home in the dusk-soft rain
Snowdrops in the hollow
 hand-hold the promise of spring


  1. Lovely! Reminds me of going out early, before breakfast, to pick primroses for your Mum, and seeing a fox. Probably over 40 years ago.

  2. Great memory - laps at my sub-conscious; I think I was there - was it in the woods below DC? I'd forgotten the fox... well over 40 years ago I fear! xx

  3. I think so ... certainly long before some of the new houses around DC. We seemed to walk downhill. Sue was there too.

  4. Was reading Mary Oliver's poetry (just discovered) in bed at work last night. She loved, observed and wrote about foxes; thought of this again...