Perhaps,

Perhaps some day the sun will shine again,
And I shall see that still the skies are blue,
And feel once more I do not live in vain,
Although bereft of You.

Perhaps the golden meadows at my feet
Will make the sunny hours of spring seem gay,
And I shall find the white May-blossoms sweet,
Though You have passed away.

Perhaps the summer woods will shimmer bright,
And crimson roses once again be fair,
And autumn harvest fields a rich delight,
Although You are not there.

Perhaps some day I shall not shrink in pain
To see the passing of the dying year,
And listen to Christmas songs again,
Although You cannot hear.

But though kind Time may many joys renew,
There is one greatest joy I shall not know
Again, because my heart for loss of You
Was broken, long ago.

-Vera Brittain

 

 

 

It’s spring again

Every year we have lived here, a pair of Starlings have chosen to have their family in a small area behind a guttering in a tiny hole in our eaves - a pair of them work very hard every year, they bring items for the nest and food once the young are born.
 

 The problem is, every year the young are fed and fed to their limit as parents in the animal kingdom have a habit of doing - fatten the young before the big wide world devours them.

Then the problem is the young become too big to be able to fit out of the hole to fly and eventually they perish. The parents abandon them when the noises stop.

Flight would have made them lean and made them themselves new parents ready for the next spring.

Every year I think about opening that hole up (or closing it completely) to let them out or to stop the next parents making the same mistake.

I wander the malls sometimes and think about the starlings - J. M. H