Yet there were the pinks of the winter dusk,
And the ice flints of the night sky,
The shifting aerial caresses of radiant chiffon,
A midday moonset shouldered above Corrie Winter,
Cloud-backed blue tangible on high distant snow.
All screened through a season’s steadfast shadows.
But now an end at last, at last an end to waiting.
Now quickly we will go, now we will be going.
Now step at last, stepping forward, stepping out.
Stepping out at last, to greet this sudden longer light!
UK clocks go forward one hour in the last weekend of March.
In Scotland the days can suddenly seem noticeably longer.