Cold winds blowing off
Lake Michigan from the
Southeast bring the
Windchill to the unbearable
Point. It is get inside or
Die trying. The sky is gray,
The waves have whitecaps,
And the tree limbs are
Swaying. The forest floor
Is as natural as in summer.
The birds are active at the
Feeder. The only white is
At the horizon. It is not
Mixed with a light peach
Or pink but stays white as
It embraces the gray clouds
Above. All of this and
Winter is just beginning.
We have a few more months
Of this before we see the
Flowers. The garden is doing
What it does in winter which
Is a rejuvenation of some sort.
It does its own thing unless we
interfere with it. But, time is a
gift and we shouldn’t wish it away.
Stanski
December 21, 2023, ^
Steve Haarman 