I find myself missing the heavy winters of my hometown. Yesterday we were lucky enough to see Amsterdam covered with a thin layer of snow, looking like a glazed dessert 🙂
It melted away as quickly as it came and the birds are back to singing as if spring is just around the corner, so I thought I’d share with you a poem I found yesterday and loved.
The Dipper BY KATHLEEN JAMIE It was winter, near freezing, I'd walked through a forest of firs when I saw issue out of the waterfall a solitary bird. It lit on a damp rock, and, as water swept stupidly on, wrung from its own throat supple, undammable song. It isn't mine to give. I can't coax this bird to my hand that knows the depth of the river yet sings of it on land.
Keep warm & stay safe.
