New Year in Tuscany
Moody and magnificent
Full of contradictions
Hints of spring
Yet awhile away
A taste of sunshine
Exuding gentle warmth
A stark reminder
The cold air bites
‘Hey! Its winter
And I’m still here!’
Cloaked in mist
And low lying cloud
The hills rest
In their private space
Gathering strength
For the summer ahead
Rain falls, replenishing
Feeding the earth
Passive in its waiting
For germination
As the Poplar’s,
Stand tall, all seeing
Sentinels of the land
Ever watching
The drama unfold
Of a New Year
In Tuscany