Winter Magic

Winter Magic There I stood, quietly and still, with a frozen stare through my patio door. The awesome portrait of life, so dominating most of the year, has lost its lure. This time, it’s not the forest that I behold, but it’s the sleeping trees that I see. Much of life’s greenery will rearrange, suffer pain, and change. None would disagree. In my back yard, there stands a fence laced and hidden in a fading sea of green. Gone is the luster of summer and the colors of fall; but the season is subtle and serene. Refusing to go unnoticed is a plant, clustered with tiny blossoms of purple flowers. On this January morn, bright and beaming yellow blossoms, undefeated and undisturbed, adorn a bush filled with life. They blend cheerfully with nature’s orchestra. The weather is gloomy and overcast, but no one bothered to tell my colorful backyard friends. A tree, showing no resemblance to its surroundings, is bare, stripped, and naked. She pleads for nothing, and does not appear to be wounded, sick, or diseased. The once green foliage of summer that turned brown last fall was now gone. It’s umbrella of shade baring leaves is now a haven of rest for the birds. Come Spring, new life will upsurge , and green leaves of shade will emerge. But for now, the full ensemble of life must await the new season. 01302011PS Contest, Winter Magic, Mystic Rose