Colours of Light


Although I am a Yorkshire lass, these days I live in the ‘soft south’ where the weather is mild and the winters tend to be less businesslike than the ones I used to know. There has been just the lightest dusting of snow, barely enough to notice, yet apart from an odd day of hope, the damp grisaille still lingers. So, as I drove north for the weekend, it was with surprise and delight that I saw that spring has begun in good earnest.


It started slowly, with hazel catkins swaying in the breeze. They are always amongst the first signs of spring and, although I was glad to see them, I thought them little more than  early heralds of things yet to come. Although odd specks of colour mark the presence of brave blooms that have opened in defiance of the damp and although the birds are very busy,  the skies still held little hope of warmth.


But, as I drove north, crossing county after county, the sun came out for a while and the landscape changed from dark to bright. The patches of colour grew, lighting the sheltered shadows and by the time I reached Derbyshire, naked winter was cloaked in jewels that reflected the colours of the pale, golden sun.


Shoots, red and green, peep above the dark earth. Crocuses and daffodils are already in bloom and great drifts of snowdrops glisten on shady banks. Wallflowers unfurl delicately crumpled petals in the safe shelter of old stones, adding their perfume to air fragrant with possibility.


Fat buds are breaking open on magnolia and camellia, promising a flamboyance yet to come. Soft pink blossoms grace rain-blackened branches… spring is only just beginning to flex her petalled wings, but you can feel the world waking to new life. It is not that spring had come to the north alone, but what had been hidden from my eyes in the south was now made visible.


I drove for hours, south to north along the back roads, between hedgerows that gave way to the dry-stone walls of home. It was as if I was journeying from one world to another, from the gentle sorrow of winter to the new life and rebirth of spring. As I drove, our friend passed also from this life and into the Light and it seemed almost as if the spring had awakened in her honour. Like spring, she too was golden.


It is not until the sun has once more warmed the earth that the vivid shades appear, only to soften once more with the bronzing of the leaves in autumn before paling into winter. Winter passes quietly, in muted tones and the very first flowers of spring wear always the soft colours of dawn and the pale gold of a reborn sun. The cycling seasons of the year reflect the journey of the sun and the earth is adorned with the colours of light.


About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email:
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46 Responses to Colours of Light

  1. It was nice of you to take us along on your journey. The weather has been mild this year in the south, hasn’t it?


  2. Ritu says:

    We’ve definitely been lucky here in the south!


  3. davidprosser says:

    A beautiful array Sue
    xxx Massive Hugs xxx

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  4. jenanita01 says:

    I ventured out into the garden yesterday, not expecting to find much happening, but to my amazement, there were signs of renewal everywhere. A clear message that hope is returning…

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  5. Mary Smith says:

    Beautiful, Sue. Snowdrops everywhere here. It’s been a mild winter but we have an amber alert for tomorrow with snow, gales and rain forecast! I’m just going to wait and see – it could all change.


  6. adeleulnais says:

    Spring is just awake up here in Scotland too. It actually feels like Spring, although we have howling winds at the moment this often is hand in hand with Spring’s arrival.


  7. Mmmm. I love spring; to the point of giddiness. Maybe just a bit over the top? :0)


  8. I so love the spring with the beginnings of new life colouring the landscape 🙂


  9. dgkaye says:

    A most beautiful post Sue. The weather has sure gone haywire in many places. It was lovely to see spring here on your page. Here in Toronto, February should be the tyrant of winter and it was 50 degrees today. The northeast is unseasonably mild while the southwest USA which is normally hot and sunny has been having storms and floods and cooler temps, just where I’m headed next week to Arizona. It’s gone backwards, lol. But I can’t help but wonder if winter has passed without raising a fight here or if it is the quiet lull before the storm. 🙂 xo


  10. Rae Longest says:

    Here in Texas with 80 degrees and warm thunderstorms that last all day one day and sunshine the next, things are in full bloom. My amaryllis and agapanthus which we had to dig up and replant to move a fence are budded nicely; my Christmas present, and orange tree is in beautiful, fragrant bloom; the spring mums, both big ones in post and the little minis are budding, etc. All of this is great on the eye, but horrible if you have allergies! Ha!
    p.s. The post was simply lovely.


  11. Widdershins says:

    Our bulbs are still traumatised from the snow … I think they’re waiting, just in case we get another big storm. 😀


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