New Life in the Graveyard

Spring is springing

On visiting old friends where they rest in the graveyard, it was apparent that Spring would let nothing stop her progress. Winter knows it’s finished, but still defiantly swirls bitterly cold breezes around the gravestones.

Whatever else is happening, spring always arrives. Yellow is a favoured colour of the early year.

The blossoms are suspended like miniature parasols until their petals fall in a fragile shower.

Catkins quiver in the morning sun.

Trees bud with the promise of leafy summer.

Resting in peace under clouds of blossom.