I stood at the upstairs window
head resting against the frame
my bare feet frozen in time,
my heart filled with silence.
Everything is white, frigid, and
still. No peeks of green, or flutter
of iridescent wings. No buzzing, no breeze,
or late afternoon shade. I am paralyzed
by the longing of sweet mother spring......
My January blues. The weather has turned wicked, -25 below wind chills. As I open the blinds in the morning and stare down into my sleeping gardens I long for warmer times. Keep safe, keep sober, and keep warm!!!!!