Time

These long days of January, when the land begins to stretch and stir. 

Tight spears of wild snowdrops seeking the light, in their hidden hedgerow dens.

The soaring silent kite, above the sombre grey beeches biding their lime leaf time.

The hare ,huddled stubble land close, ears flat, eyes bright. 

A sudden swooping parade of goldfinches, a symphony of delight to ear and eye as they pass. 

A land stirring, root deep to bud tip, one eye on the leaden skies watching for the warmer winds.