Winter

The great walls of snow, melting now
The grass is revealed again
Patches of brown with the barest hint of green
Sad, mashed down under the weight of
snowstorm after snowstorm after snowstorm.
Parking lots ringed by heaps of brown-peaked white snow, the inverse
of the mountains I have gazed upon for the last 15 springs.
Great stands of skeletal trees--
Dingy, bland, easy to ignore if there weren't so many of them,
like gaunt soldiers marching slowly home from defeat.
The pine trees stand tall and proud--smiling
As if to say Look at me! I'm still beautiful, ever
Green.
Their glory is steady--a straight line across the horizon,
never reaching the breathtaking heights of fluttery spring blossoms or rich,
fall foliage.
Four complete seasons, each one remarkable and cherished for what it offers, what it withholds.

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Just some thoughts I had today while I was driving.

Last night in a dream I came upon myself mid-novel.
I had written about half a novel and
it
was
marvelous!!!
What a rush that was!
My Love called it a premonition.
I'll take it!!

Hope you're all well, anyone out there still stopping by.
I miss blogging.