Snow fell last night, just for a little while. As branches stepped out into the morning sky, I donned my clumpy boots. Flakes still lay in fluffy mounds where they had fallen, and in the early light I accepted the day’s invitation to enjoy winter’s bounty.
Dawn revealed the beautiful crystal, gifts of a winter night -
The day’s first movement -
crystaline hexagons falling, larghetto, from a snow-gray sky.
Winter Ice Transforms My View
I open the door to release restless pups, and they gallop into the yard, dawn breaking overhead. I open the refrigerator to grab peppers, onions, garlic, and ginger, with the gorgeous low-on-the-horizon beams flooding my kitchen. I pick out dropped leaves which lie among my flame red poinsettias, no matter how carefully I attend their food-making needs. These observations mark mid-winter. We in the northern hemisphere are inching toward equinox, toward sprouting bulbs and passerine symphonies.