Contrast

Indoor blooms contrast with the bleak outdoors.

Sunny today though and a warm up is promised.

The following reminds me of my late brother 

Three lovely notes he whistled, too soft to be heard
If others sang; but others never sang
In the great beech-wood all that May and June.
No one saw him; I alone could hear him
Though many listened. Was it but 4 years
Ago? Or 5? He never came again.

Oftenest when I heard him I was alone 
Nor could I ever make another hear.
La-la-la! He called,  seeming far-off -
As if a cock crowed past the edge of the world,
As if the bird or I were in a dream.
Yet that he traveled through the trees and sometimes
Neared me, was plain, though somehow distant still.

Edward Thomas