Stillness at sunrise, winter's quiet breath,
rosy horizon and blanketing snow.
Winterberry brightening the season's grayness as
quince and magnolia buds burgeon bravely in the cold
Silence interrupted by the day's beginning...
conversational crows straggling in from their across-the-river roost.
Titmice' single note calls and a red-shouldered's cry,
woodpeckers drilling in the distance and goldfinch's
The world roils.
But here, sweet gums against the sky.
Peace...
Shall I not take it?
Absolutely beautiful, Ann. And a lovely reminder that all is not dormant in the winter; just waiting and preparing.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Julie :)
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