woodland season

 Spring whispers promises

to the hibernating night

boughs dancing with star light

expectantly attune,

heeded by the moon

forest's vernal spell

all is right, all is well

Silent Wonders

We, the people of this generation, are closed in by dark days. Yet, as things go, I have found solace in the little things.  The season holds many silent wonders.

Earlier this week, icicles prominently decorated our eaves, and I contracted cabin fever, as the rain fell frozen.  I have, as of late, ventured out only to find contentment and gratitude for winter's delights.

Now I rejoice as I feel the daylight begun to stretch and grow. And there is ever more to discover - bliss, in countless form, tucked neath a wintry blanket.