Early spring,
winter’s grip,
intense the will
at lilac tip;
just so within
the urge to sprout
though sunless times
and spirit’s drought.
Oddments
In search of story
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Early spring,
winter’s grip,
intense the will
at lilac tip;
just so within
the urge to sprout
though sunless times
and spirit’s drought.
March 15, 2021 at 1:26 pm
You covered it. Winter is holding on at least here. -8 degrees wind chill this morning, and a big news article on how we are not out of drought status. And, here all I can think about is spring and gardening. Reality – it bites. 🙂 Happy Monday.
March 15, 2021 at 2:23 pm
Thanks for the laugh! I just ran out into the reality here to lug garbage bin and recycling bin back into the garage. The rain was already frozen on them! These old legs did quite the driveway dash, believe me! Happy Monday to you too, Judy!
March 15, 2021 at 6:04 pm
Beautiful words.
March 15, 2021 at 9:14 pm
Thanks, Shirah!
March 15, 2021 at 6:17 pm
Although it sure doesn’t feel like, I’m convinced spring is coming! Striking photo and hopeful words.
March 15, 2021 at 9:16 pm
We are ice-encrusted here today, and those poor buds are shivering. Thanks. Tamara, for your encouraging words!
March 17, 2021 at 7:17 pm
I often find myself wondering where the intention is in a tree… the buds do seem a pretty good place to start looking. If not intention, certainly a promise.
Surprising too how early some trees and shrubs produce buds.
March 17, 2021 at 8:26 pm
I think a tree is not easily understood. Take that wonderful gnarly tree in your photo today from Williamsburg; if that tree isn’t performing, I’d be amazed. The tulips are such a focused audience! As for early buds, I really do question the sanity of some Indiana bushes and shrubs. They start budding way before winter is done. Oh! And my crocuses are up! Just — blam! — overnight. There are maybe four or five, and all glowing purple. The yellow hasn’t appeared yet. I danced a crocus jig, of course. Cautiously.