On a cold grey day

I was walking by the river

Looking for a story or a sign of life

In the greyness of January

With my hat down and gloves on

With my head up with my eyes wide open

Safe in the knowledge that I’d find you there.

But still

When I did

When I found you by the river

When I looked once and looked twice

When I bent down to look more closely

When I cleared away the rubbish and the brownness of old leaves

When I looked down and found you there

Soft, strong

Tiny, vast

Green, white

Sign of spring and gift of winter:

I couldn’t help but cry.

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