Didn’t know whether it might be appropriate to post this now in the situation we find ourselves in and the time of year. A poem by Phillipa Atkin - In the Time of Quiet.  Hope you enjoy reading and that you’re keeping well and safe.

No one’s told the daffodils about the pause to Spring
And no one’s told the birds to roost and asked them not to sing
No one’s asked the lazy bee to cease his bumbling round
And no one’s stopped the bright green shoots emerging through the ground

No one’s told the sap to rest, deep within the wood
And stop the sleepy trees from waking, wreathed about in bud
No one’s told the sky to douse its brightest shades of blue
And stop the scudding clouds from puffing headlong into view

No one’s asked the lambs to still the springs beneath their feet,
To stop their rapid rush and quell each joyful bleat
No one’s told the stream to halt its gurgle or its flow
And warned the playful breezes, not to gust and blow
No one’s asked the raindrops not to fall upon the earth 
And fail to quench the soil in the season of rebirth

No one’s locked the sun down, or dimmed the shimmer of the moon
And even in the darkest night, the stars are still immune 

Remember what you value, remember who is dear
Close the doors to danger and keep your family near

In the quiet all around us take the time to sit and stare
And wonder at the glory unfurling everywhere

Look towards the future, after the ordeal
And keep faith in Mother Nature’s power and will to heal.