Each breath we seized ...

We ran up the lane, past early morning daffodils and celandines - 

We heard the songs of invisible birds - 

Buds shaped like flint arrowheads were ready to open - 

The new sun was low in the wakening sky -

The river was a silver pathway -

Each breath we seized was a marvellous prize - 

09.30

Saturday 11 March 2017

East Stoke

Dorset