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.