Breath of Spring depicts a silent moment in dawn light and mist, standing on the edges of West Woods where a scattering of gnarled ancient oaks remain along the Wansdyke. My work is all about reconnecting the human spirit back to nature and this image inspired a poem about that process.

THE BREATH OF SPRING

I am not the same as when I entered here

My consciousness carries new arrangements

A leaf where doubt used to spiral in a breeze

A beam of light where once, fear seemed brighter.

The forest offers horizons

Far beyond where the eyes can travel

As you stand silent, caught

In the quiet breath of Spring.