A lion....or a lamb. A lamb....or a lion.
She roars. She purrs. She laughs at our wishes...and hopes...and spring dreams.
I invite in the sun.
I look for its gentle smile....its kind gesture...its warm reminder.
It won't be long.
This colorless landscape will soon be filled with color. These trees' branches will stand heavy beneath the weight of spring's leaves.
I come here with no great thing to share. No words to fill. No stories.
The fog envelopes the barren landscape.
The rain feeds it. The remaining snow waters its thirsty soil.
In one moment - all is perfectly clear. In the next - I can see nothing at all.
Today's March finds me in that in between. In the contradictions. In the blacks and whites and shades of grey.
I've learned to love that grey. To embrace it.
And still - it's winter.
Stop with me for a moment.
Can you hear her roar?