Here it’s March and we’ve had a long traditional winter. Frigid temperatures and endless snow, still, I love this season but I’m looking forward to Spring. 
I don’t wish time away but a robin at my door or fleshy greens reaching for sunlight would be a welcome sight. Saying that, it’s supposed to be minus 20 tonight and I shovelled snow this morning; the season will give when it’s ready.

This week’s poem is called Road from my collection Horizon. 
It celebrates the mythical faces in stone as you drive along a northern highway at dusk. It speaks of the beauty of tree roots in stone and how the Earth reclaims field and rail. It’s a magnificent process of renewal.

 Fredrick Brooks - vocals/guitars and percussion
J oy Brooks - flutes and harmonies
 Jeff Brackett - harmony
 Mixed and Mastered at Down Da Stairs Studio - Fredrick Brooks