I’m not sure if poetry is really at home in this blog (let me know what you think) but I came across this lovely poem this week. In a world dominated by ash clouds and prime ministerial debates, it seems to sum up the ‘spirit of the moment’ in the countryside in a really simple and beautiful way.
For winter’s rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
I would also like to dedicate this to writer, journalist and Country Homes & Interiors contributor Elspeth Thompson, who sadly left this world recently. I think she would have enjoyed this poem.Tweet