Today was chilly and bright. The silver trunks of birch trees in the Samhain garden gleamed in the winter sunshine. The circle of trees around the pool reflected the stark simplicity of winter.
I walked onto the island and noticed some of last year's birch leaves still lying around her. They seemed to emphasise her connection with the ground, as if she might dissolve back into it with the leaves. I picked up a few and laid them on her back, leaf on leaf. Soon it will be spring and I can imagine her coming back to life, stretching, her leaves becoming green again- like the trees around her - as light and life return.
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