The first floor of the hospital has large windows that look out onto a central courtyard. On some of the windows brightly coloured panels of blue, red and yellow feature a collection of poems, some written by previous residents, and others written by published poets. I often take my ambulatory patients down here for a longer walk. Most of them walk slowly, and I read the verses as we amble along.
I haven’t had the time to read all of them yet, but noticed this short verse written by a Canadian poet, Charles G. D. Roberts.
In spite of the persistent cold weather over the past three weeks, local streams with a fast current are still at least partially open. On a very cold day we walked through the fields and beside this stream at our local Pioneer Village. The tracks along the path were interesting…a rabbit, likely a very large hare, ducks, cross country skiers, and something unknown that dragged through the snow leaving a winding trail along the bank of the creek.
There is plenty of life here, even in the winter, but the creek does whisper the promise of spring to come.