After what has been (apparently) an unseasonably warm winter in Ireland (especially compared with the previous two years!), and all sorts of exclamations and excited over the first noticeable signs of spring (lambs!, noisy birds!1 blooming snowdrops, crocuses, daffodils!), we have just experienced the three coldest days of the season - the coldest since I left 2 newly fallen feet of snow in Boston a year ago! It was below freezing in the mornings, and the hard frost left the grass white and crunchy all day long in most places. The rocks in the courtyard fountain are coated with a thick layer of clear ice. The skies have been sunny and cloudless. And the sunrises have been incredible. Here's the second draft of a poem inspired by the weather:
Risking winter
Our winters do not want
to let us go.
If the spring comes
before its time
it opens itself,
boldly vulnerable,
to winter's clinging
claws.
but that is the risk we take
when we let our passionate God
love us into life.
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