"The afternoon is bright,
with spring in the air,
a mild March afternoon,
with the breath of April stirring,
I am alone in the quiet patio
looking for some old untried illusion ~
some shadow on the whiteness of the wall
some memory asleep
on the stone rim of the fountain,
perhaps in the air
the light swish of some trailing gown."
~ Antonio Machado ~
March ~ why does it feel like newness ? The air is different somehow. I step outside and I think~something has changed and I can't quite say what it is. The light, The smell, The particular birds I hear. Spring of course, but for me also the Month in which I gave birth to all three of my daughters. So there is a poignancy, a far away tugging of joy.
I will talk more about ' The Girls' in the next few posts.