It’s a beautiful spring-like day today! The sky is blue with just wisps of cloud, the sun beams down and everything looks fresh and perky, all the plants are greening up, they should be well nourished by the amount of rain we’ve had! I was looking for a poem about spring and came across a rather sad one, but it resonated with the situation of two of the characters in Night Vision, which I’m busily editing right now, and hope to publish by the end of February. Circumstances mean that although it is now summer, they haven’t seen each other since before Christmas, and are never likely to ever meet again. Spring, with all its sweet associations, has passed them by.
Sonnet 98 From you have I been absent in the spring, When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything, That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him, Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odor and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell, Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew. Nor did I wonder at the lily's white, Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose; They were but sweet, but figures of delight, Drawn after you, you pattern of all those. Yet seemed it winter still, and, you away, As with your shadow I with these did play. William Shakespeare