The force that through the green fuse

There was sunshine today and for the first time in ages we got out into the garden to do some much neglected outside chores including splitting logs.

The ground is still completely sodden but there are some new signs of life, including the first catkins on the willows and this small clump of snowdrops.

The Dylan Thomas line came to me the moment I saw the flowers glistening with rain drops (seen better when viewed LARGE ) And it being his centenary year, the full poem should be quoted, I think.

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower
Drives my green age; that blasts the roots of trees
Is my destroyer.
And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose
My youth is bent by the same wintry fever.

The force that drives the water through the rocks
Drives my red blood; that dries the mouthing streams
Turns mine to wax.
And I am dumb to mouth unto my veins
How at the mountain spring the same mouth sucks.

The hand that whirls the water in the pool
Stirs the quicksand; that ropes the blowing wind
Hauls my shroud sail.
And I am dumb to tell the hanging man
How of my clay is made the hangman's lime.

The lips of time leech to the fountain head;
Love drips and gathers, but the fallen blood
Shall calm her sores.
And I am dumb to tell a weather's wind
How time has ticked a heaven round the stars.

And I am dumb to tell the lover's tomb
How at my sheet goes the same crooked worm.