Today my daughter came back from school armed with a poem written for her by her teacher, Mrs Evans. It was so lovely, I could not resist posting it here:
Glistening branches reach out to the heavens,
In winter like twisted roots held in the air.
Frost steams the breath of each warm-blooded creature,
Braving cold winds or crouched down in their lair.
All surface speaks silence, a semblance of death.
But if one is patient, and watches, digs deep
Hope, tiny and fragile, invisibly quickening,
Upsurging new life takes its first tender breath.
Mrs Laura Evans
