“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?" Lewis Carroll
There is quiet beauty in the starkness of a winter landscape
Just the basics; the bones, as it were.
Like the bareness of an open soul
In unadorned simplicity
Lacking nature’s accessories of leaves, flowers, color
And on the snow, a splash of red in a lingering leaf or a bird at the feeder
Shades of gray fade to color once more when the sun returns, vibrant and nurturing
Meantime stay inside, stay warm, refresh
Drink soup and tea and hot cocoa and dream your dreams
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