March is finely drawn and stained with light. 

indigo

flame

pollen

celandine

river green

rook black

stone

white fire

gorse

dust

1st

A wild clamour of rain.

Charged, hurling gusts of wind,

windswept sunshine and spring gold.

2nd

Stems of hazel are a rosy-amber tangle

over blue shadows.

Misted green hills rise up above embered branches.

3rd

Willows are fire red

ablaze in an emerald valley.

4th

March light.

Sharp. Yellow. Fine.

5th

Blue mist woods.

Long shadows. Ink sky.

Jewelled grass.

6th

Bare, pale beech branches

lift peaceful in the chill grey.

7th

Cold blue day.

Green hills wakening,

celandines glossing the banks of the lane.

8th

Stream misted and shining.

Purple stemmed branches filled with white catkins

draw patterns across a radiant sky.

9th

Bright, wind shaken, March light.

Fields fresh and green.

Primroses among new wet grass.

10th

Hills fold and fall.

Cut blackened hedges etch the land.

A stately gazing buzzard — flecked with field and shadow

is poised on a high branch.

A carved landscape.

Simple. Waiting.

11th

Mist white.

Daffodils in sunlit drifts, under empty branches.

Beech trees patched with lichen, stained with blue

are poised

in the still air.

12th

Bronze hedges.

Lit fields are translucent in a haze evening.

Folds of indigo shadow and emerald grass

are threaded by the silver of the stream.

13th

A line of hazel trees edging the path

shake pollen-yellow catkins in an ice wind.

Blue woods.

Mist over grey smoke hills.

Rooks rising.

14th

Today, Winter reclaims its place.

A day of simplicity and elegance.

A shock of cold.

Grey still trees in bright fields.

Mist drifts above the stream’s glisten,

winged over by white egrets.

15th

Glazed mist morning.

Hills in layers of lavender and shadow.

Trees sketched in a blue lit haze.

16th  

Purple shadowed hills are delicately drawn

into the light of sky.

17th

March glare and distant mist over blue hills.

The dip of the lane is stone grey in the spring light,

18th

A drenched day.

Fields river green and soaking.

A low sky wringing out its rain over the land.

19th

Hazels, lit by the rising sun,

are an amber glow.

Scent of new waking earth —

hush of wings.

20th

Sunlit branches curve a blaze of rose and yellow

over the lane.

The evening sky is gold fire.

Later, in the east,

the moon is a pool of mist

in lilac blue twilight.

21st

Dust pale.

Cold.

Fields and hills simply dressed

in chill white and grey.

22nd

From the hill above the valley

the lane plunges into green.

Clear sky is bright with March light.

23rd

First warmth.

Lit fields.

Finely traced trees

Deep shadows.

Ink blue clouds, edged with flame.

A wild blaze of sky.

24th

Quiet grey green.

Misted woods.

The sound of rain rings

through bare branches.

25th

The horse chestnut trees are full of rounded buds,

little moons on upright bold branches

in the blue spring air.

26th

Bright celandine day.

27th

The hills are carved in shadow

weighted beneath a luminous sky —

rose gold and white fire.

28th

At sunset,

a glow of gorse at the horizon

paling into a delicate stain

of primrose light.

Silhouetted trees trace black clarity

into flame radiance.

29th

A steady wind.

Rising.

Rooks turn and lift in the air — sailing its currents.

Sharp calls lost in shadowed clouds.

30th

A day alive with wind.

Lichened branches,

broken and scattered over the lane.

Air sounds a song of trees.

31st

Serene blue afternoon.

Sunset — air golden, amber and rose.

A deep stillness in the quiet evening.