Snow melting on the mountains. The first white stars of plum blossom. Daffodils, snowdrops and bluebells pushing green spikes from the wet earth. Dark nights receding. Light returning. The air sweet with new grass. Lambs tumbling in the fields. Push the new green shoots back into the ground. Delay the return of the sun. Stop the cherry blossom frothing the trees and silence the newborn lambs. The shimmering light of spring proves the world has not stopped turning. It is full of this time last year she did this, this time last year we did that.
Sandra Arnold lives in New Zealand. Her novel, Ash, and a flash fiction collection, Soul Etchings, are forthcoming this year.