Stirring Seasons
Poetry and thoughts from Day 1 of the Spring Light Writing Sanctuary
This morning, I awoke to sunlight streaming through the window and the sound of birdsong. Listening to
read a pair of poems (today’s daily spark) and raring to get started on this week of creative writing, I was filled with a sense of the spring season: energised, hopeful, forward-looking.Fast-forward to this evening where I sat huddled in a slanket staring out at a grey sky. The writing invitation for today urged me to go outside and, reluctant as I was, I pulled on boots, a padded coat and woolly hat. Nothing in the chill air or spattering of raindrops made me feel spring-like. Right now, winter still feels very much here.
One day; two seasons; and a trio of poems.
