A foot or more of snow.
Giving way, now, to gusting winds
And falling temperatures.
A picture perfect winter day becomes a bitterly cold winter night.
But, I am safe and warm.
As are all those who love.
But that if not true for everyone.
For some there is no power.
For others there is no place.
May my comfort never blind me to their discomfort and need.
I woke up this morning to snow.
Just enough to cover the ground.
For me to leave footprints where I walked.
And for the bare tree limbs to glisten in the sun
Like they had a million tiny lights.
I am sure that by the time March comes I will be ready
For the snow to give way to crocuses.
And for the breeze to carry the first hint of spring.
But for right now.
This is beauty.
Beginning tomorrow and continuing into Monday, another snow storm is predicted for where I live. 6-8 more inches on top of the snow that we already have had much of which is still on the ground.
I generally don’t mind the snow.
Or, the cold.
I love the beauty of the snow on the trees.
And the quiet.
But, I am very ready for spring.
Not just to melt the snow, but to call a part of me back to life.
My interior life is beginning to match the weather outside.
Bundled up in an effort to stay warm.
Closed in and chilly.
I need the warmth to peel away the layers and to pull life back towards the surface. I need to be outdoors. And, to walk and to run and to play.
I need to see green rather than just grey.
“To everything there is a season…” the ancient preacher wrote.
I am ready for spring.