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Bernard Hemensley/Goldy Hermitage @ Poetry & Ideas

Snow in from the south. Here in the south, spring-buds nipped by Siberian winds. Below freezing. i have struggled thru a night of nausea, a spinning room, and perversely, heat-stroke in this unheated home....At 4 the snow was falling as a sort of slush and the road was clear....At 5, a hot, sweet drink of chicory with soya was the ultimate in pleasure, reassurance and relief....Around 6, it was more light than dark - snow-glow...and the radio dj played "Midnight in Moscow"...

Reflected light, from a cloud-covered sky, that is not black enough to suppress this songbird's entreaty to the heavens, for dawn not to break just yet...Then, a blackbird, in my mind's-eye, releases a few notes into this morning's dark, and cares not for a listener...It is a song, sung in not-knowing...i open my arms, eyes, ears and heart to the silence that ensues...i am engulfed in a silence that does not know...

First "frog" sounds, at four this March morning, spring from the old pond - a "voice" of ecstacy, in the soft rain, falling on everything, as i pad bare-foot to catch a glimpse, of what is truly, a toad. But it IS now Spring...it IS now Spring...and i feel its sounds and stirrings in warm rain on my skin, when it is impossible to sleep... impossible to sleep...