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.
2 thoughts on “Seasonal Marker”
finding color these grey days takes enormous heart. to turn it to words takes enormous talent.
here, sun on my spine, in Jackson Hole, admiring your morning.
Winter sun keeps poking its weak self out of scattered clouds here. I will take it. The thermometer is creeping into double digits, and I will gladly take that,too. Thanks for your kind words, girl. Hoping your sun-warmed spine gets to take magnificent journeys today!!