In the spring it is Forsythia in full glory with bright yellow flowers. On snowy winters day it is:
Stripped of my flowers
Then my leaves
I had no choice but to go to sleep
I know I am supposed to be a sleep
Gaining new depths
Gathering more nutrients
Getting ready for Spring
But this hair
This wild hair
Offering support to snow flakes
Piled atop each other
Icicles with expert balancing
Ooh, just makes me shiver
Gives me new vigor
Makes me feel alive
Yes, I know I am supposed to be asleep
But my wild hair and I are communing with nature
I’m a full part of it all year long
Yes. I know. I’m supposed to be asleep
Yesterday I was in the mountains. I woke up, looked out the window and this is what I saw.
It was cold the air was crisp. The snow in the back was too deep to get to the creek ( didn’t bring my water boots).
It was beautiful. But it was time to retreat to Brooklyn, slowly.
Ice sculpture formed from water dripping from rock formations.
So far this winter, rain-snow-fog-ice-6 degree temp and 70 degree temp. Lots of topsy turvy.
time for reflection
and letting go of tired
time to refresh the canvas