The pewter sky thumps against black birds skirting through clouds.
Another chilled morning rakes plants with a kiss of warmer promises…
Here in Mississippi, nature’s still delivering the February goods: cold, damp days, but nothing can squelch the beauty of winter,
not even the cold.
Through the icy frills, berries of fresh wonder pop against evergreens. The winter palette simply refreshes color, in new waves.
And now as we are probing around (30 something degrees here in the South) scrounging for that “invincible summer” a poet once mentioned, we must find it in the soul. The temperatures refuse to lend a degree our way. And may we find it indeed, and bask in those sun dipped thoughts that lend peace, joy, comfort for those in hard times, hope for the hopeless. It’s the only the kind of genuine care one finds, regardless of the temperature.
And all the while, underneath the crunch of snapping twigs, tiny limbs tangle in the frozen web.
Surprise! Scraping against a cold palette, bright crimson berries bubble pop against evergreen wisps. In stacco like pitches they interrupt the drill of cold. Crisp branches house cardinals, berries fill the bellies of birds…
who work and never pause, to worry…
And all the while, underearth the cold tundra, bulbs and all manner of roots lie in coyish patience, as if they are not going to once again, pull out the props,
With Spring comes drama…with drama,
comes a curtain pulled back in reminders of
But for now, bulbs sleep underground in frozen brownish outerwear, preparing to disrobe their boring wrap. They will soon push up golden daffodil blooms, and brightly dressed tulips.
And right behind them all kinds of colors will sing through even warmer months.
Soon, as we ogle over fields glazed in blanket tops of bluebonnets and grape hyacinth, maybe we will understand a wee bit more about,
why we needed winter…