The gift of gab -spot the signals

A flight of swallows flies over high, away and off, to a far and distant land

It takes with them, the warmth we can now only hold in our hearts

Just as sure as they will return, so will warmth, bringing new life and light with it

Unrestrained, unrestricted, winter roams across the land,

covering all of nature’s scars with a white bandage

But, just like with a bandage, the snow must soon also part and make way

Only to reveal to us, that the scars have not left the sacred soil

And then we suddenly realise

The scars are not a disfigurement of the land, they are a part of it!

Like the crooked jaw of the man next door is part of him

It is the way of existence, granted to us by the amazing disgrace of warmth

But we are thankful

Thankful to know how wonderful things are,

and thankful that we are reminded of that each and every year

We live and love, just as we always have and always will