From a mid branch of the morning, Mr Robin’s morning music would accompany the shadowing of the sun at 9.05am GMT.
Then right at the edge of the new season’s unique moment, the birds went duly silent and all went very still as the moon continued to close its move in dominating the falling of light at the start of this unique day. A celebratory way to close the Winter. And in the long of the short of it, the trees had their own shadow eclipse pavement party. This was the shortest party ever, but most memorable.
Two daffodils on a very ordinary grassy corner took note, and discussed the meaning of what was half light and half dark. With the sun shining through, they knew they were part of one glorious moment of truth – that occasional timing we can never prepare for, a rare juncture of consummate perfection, where petals saturated with warmth and brightest light, back and front, hit purest yellow. If this was to be their last day in bloom, to be the brightest yellow with the heavenly blues above , along with Mr Robin’s Song of Sunshine and the emerald grass, this was a life full of excellence. And knowing they had felt a perfect day with so many perfect moments, they were satisfied.
As the light moved across their quietude to a new future, the remnants of purple Winter broccoli and Autumn fallings would also see the sun and moon for the first time,
It promises to be an immense Spring.
© 2015 La Floralie