Mary Oliver’s poetry celebrates the wonders of nature, and I love this poem by hers, called “Whistling Swans”. Here are some of its wonderful lines:
“Even when the swans are flying north and making
such a ruckus of noise, God is surely listening and understanding.
Rumi said, There is no proof of the soul.
But isn’t the return of the spring and how it
springs up in our hearts a pretty good hint?”
from “Whistling Swans” by Mary Oliver
I recently witnessed – not whistling swans – but geese, making “such a ruckus of noise” at Polemere nature reserve, just off the Pontesbury Road. There was also a huge flock of lapwing, who displayed themselves both in the air and on the ground.

Spring is definitely returning, and springing up in hearts in Shropshire, as snowdrops and even daffodils are starting to appear.

I hope that either nature, or Mary Oliver’s lines, will make something spring up in your heart by the time you have finished reading this post.

Greylag geese in flight, Polemere nature reserve, Shropshire, February 2022
















