"If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?" wrote Shelley. As spring comes, March watches over its first steps.
He gained none of the world's glory, ran no large company, held no great post.
Does anyone read poetry these days? Does anyone still read a poem aloud, just for the pleasure of hearing the music?
We all need time to take a break, to sit and think of nothing in particular. Why not in this old, neglected cloister?
Well-loved tools that have served you over the years become part of you.
He was a man who just happened to be passing by, from whom no good was expected.
The moral of this story is ‘As you grow older, don’t stand near your son or daughter.’ But that’s good. That’s how it should be.
Quick update: from now on there will be just one post a week – a poem every Friday.