It was one of those dazzling days

Of Blue, blue skies,

And Green, green shoots,

When you know,

The minute you step through the door,

The air will freeze in your lungs,

As you are hit by the short, 

Sharp shock of winter, 

Proudly raising its head and

Refusing to submit to the Spring.

The Goat’s Beard plant

Clung to the youthful tree,

Like a muffler, a buffer,

Against the chill…

© Caro Ness 2017

This fabulous photo is used by kind permission of +Laughing Waters