When winter seems darkest

and all is laid bare

the whole of creation is ours.

 

We gather for comfort, for courage, for change:

this abundance is ours to share.

 

We prune and shape, and let the new buds form;

We open our arms and turn our face to the light.

The fruit of our labours,

the bounty of earth is ours:

 

We share it, and bless each other.

original photographs © bronwyn angela white