Winter grips the world, low sun and cold shadow.
Warm clothes help but can’t cure the invasive chill. I feel the caress of winter, unstoppable and so inevitable.
Ice flakes drift down to coat everything exposed, a quiet statement. I hold my breath.
Each morning’s sun shines shadows crisp and clear, defines the day.
Yet cold, so cold.
We should perish in such harsh extremes but we don’t. A statement as to who we are and how far we have come.
Celebrate yet another season, cold winter past, …. lives held until spring.
As the days warm, light held a bit longer in the sky, we hold out for a better year. More light, warmer times to love and grow.
This is what we do. This is the way of the world.
A hope and a wish to keep warm till spring.
The world is cold. Slow water flows around us.
We learn to live with it.