Friday, January 9, 2009
I think beyond the fact that Winter brings with her temperatures lower than my body would prefer, is the desolate state in which she leaves my trees. Green isn't my favorite color for some silly girlish reason. I NEED green. I need the blades of grass, the tiny leaves lacing on bushes, the needles cascading on pine trees. I need the sign of life around me.
The bright moments nature provides me during winter. Allowing some of her bounty to remain verdant, so I can hold on until she showers me with spring.