There is a break in the rain.
Quick! Pull on your boots, and come with me,
with my one dog sled team, out beyond the still half-frozen swamp
deep into the quiet wood.
We will step over the lingering snow,
while far over head the crows wheel and circle,
Past the little rivulets and streams that run only in the spring,
to the secret heart of the woods,
where even in the bleak days of early spring,
we can find some green.
We will walk a lazy circuit through these soggy acres,
down to the edge of swamp,
where the frogs are still sleeping with their toes buried in mud.
What do you think?
Should we take off our boots and dip our toes in the icy water?
As we head back home,
we will look up into the mist and gloom
of this rainy gray afternoon,
and we will see that the robins have returned.
(Use your imagination! But, there really are several robins in the tree in this grainy gray photo!)
Where ever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you good company.