Rime ice points towards the ghost of a breeze.
Today's photos brought to you from beautiful Whitetop Mountain, Virginia.
I hope everyone's winter is going swell. It's been a strange and wild one and we still have a couple more months to go, and probably a couple more snow and ice storms as well. But hey, it's no need to get all worked up about it. I've been embracing winter a little more this year, trying to get the most out of the season I used to look at with dread. We roll like the seasons and sometimes winter can be dark with the earth tilting so far away from the sun for us in the northern hemisphere. But it needn't be all the time. Anyways I have been enjoying the cold lately, and here's a little poem all about it...
Sometimes
you've just got to give in
to the delicious meal
of winter's chill
and feel your brisk
filled puppy dog lungs
lapping at the air
spring will be greeted with anxious eyes
and bloodroot, columbine, and trout lily
and skin ready to be revealed
but for now
give in
to the delicious meal
of winter's chill
the cold reminds us of much
the snow and me move at different speeds
but i'm trying to learn
the floating phosphorescent flakes glisten and shimmer
showing crystals of the sun
my tongue chases
i'm seeing the tracks
of where i've been
and where others were before
i wander what my trace looks like
the rest of the time
because the snow and me move at different speeds
but i'm trying to learn
and i don't mean i want to be a drifter
i just want to grow
like the drifts
dancing with the breeze
we twirl like red maple fruits spreading our wings
we are tornados
in the entropic ecstacy of chaos
that sometimes spin and claw at order
sometimes i don't mind feeling cold
because like all things in this cyclone
nothing stays the same
and with our only constant being change
i don't mind digging in
my boots are already wet
and this day will be tomorrow soon enough
my senses remind me i am alive
an old man says i hope you don't forget it
and the snow will melt
it will dissipate quietly
into thirsty dirt
I can almost see the place where the falling snow begins
and its getting near to me
and nearer still.
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