Despite there being two severe weather warnings in force this morning, with ice in Devon and heavy snow in central jockland, here in the glorious southeast, Westbrook in particular, spring is in the air. It’s gorgeous, a feel ‘good to be alive’ sort of day. After such a gloomy 3 months of dark cold and yukkiness, I’m reminded of the poem ‘Autumn’ by the late (killed aged at 24), wonderful poet James Farrar.
A caravan comes up the lane: old horse cringing
Like a tired insect in its slow grief.
Bleached painted sides, lean leathern gypsy driving:
Old woman and blind son with bitter mouths curled.
Yet the lean one turns with lit face; his voice peal
‘Bound away north. Back in spring, in spring!’
‘thralled I watch them away under the hills
In the tunnel of darkness, the dying world.
Break fibre, raise and fly leaf!
Rise, in the wind’s lusting mouth sing –
Soar and shout, to the faint stars away!
I care not that night comes cold or the dead sun
Droops on the earth in the short weak day –
Back in Spring, in Spring!