The wind howls wild down from the fell,
Branches creak and grasses hiss.
Sharp rain whips in dancing swirls,
Stinging with its icy kiss.
While snowdrops challenge winter’s hold,
Promises of longer days,
The buds still wait to burst with green,
Caution learnt from nature’s ways.
Beneath the earth we notice not,
Slumbering, our dreams roam free.
Protected by her warm embrace.
Down beneath the badger tree.
I was lying in bed listening to the wild wind howling and the rain battering against the window (still wishing I was out there) and words started to form into something resembling a poem. As the final verse came it weaved an image in my imagination. I was instantly captured and couldn’t rest until I had brought it to life.
This snuggly little badger family can be found here.
