My North - Cranes and Winter are back

 

Mist

Its hand compassionate guards our restless sight

Against how many a harshness, many an ill!

Tender as sleep, its shadowy palms distil

Weird vapors that ensnare our eyes with light.

Rash eyes kept ignorant in their own despite,

It lets not see the unsightliness they will,

But paints each scanty fairness fairer still,

And still deludes us to our own delight.

It fades, regathers, never quite dissolves.

And ah that life, ah that the heart and brain

Might keep their mist and glamour, not to know

So soon the disenchantment and the pain!

But one by one our dear illusions go,

Stript and cast forth as time's slow wheel revolves.

by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

Yes, Winter is back! After a warm start into March first, we've had some very misty mornings, and as we are surrounded by many rivers and bogs it was really thick fog. Still, there are unmistakable signs that spring is near. The storks are back, looking for food in the wintry meadows, and in the sky you can see endless rows of cranes migrating north-east.

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