To use our little light ...

Managed to catch the last of the winter-light at our Saughton Allotment earlier this evening ...

... and set the first fire of 2016 :-)

All reminded me of this Dorothea Mackellar poem:


Fire

This life that we call our own
Is neither strong nor free;
A flame in the wind of death,
It trembles ceaselessly.

And this all we can do
To use our little light
Before, in the piercing wind,
It flickers into night:

To yield the heat of the flame,
To grudge not, but to give
Whatever we have of strength,
That one more flame may live.

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Dorothea Mackellar (1885 – 1968)

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