Let us walk a new trail today,
along the western edge of the swamp.
Let us walk among the cedar trees,
to the place where the brazen squirrels
leave their spoils.
still so green in January.
When we come to that soft rise
on the northern edge of the meadow,
let us lay in the snow for a while.
We will hear the wind sigh,
feel the earth breathe,
as we look up and see the runes
that the trees have written on the sky.
Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.
Check out Steve's icy Sunday at Out on the Prarie
Don't miss Pom Pom's stroll at Pom Pom's Ponderings.
7 comments:
What lovely photos, warm greetings!
Lovely stroll, Marcie! I love your words, too!
B. Thank you. Warm wishes in return.
Pom, I would love to take credit, but I believe nature wrote the story today! ;)
It just gets better and better. I love to find even the tiniest of green in the winter. It is getting into the forties today.
Steve, It is COLD here. I sort of envy your 40s, but I know that the cold and snow are best for our dormant plants. The garlic usually has many inches of snow cover to insulate it through the winter, but we lost that insulating blanket during the January thaw. Hopefully, we will get some snow (we are today!) and it will stick around for a while. Sure would love some blue skies though!
Beautiful photos and words.
Cat Lover, Thank you! :D
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