A Winter's Tale

January will slip down the drive soon; I will buy new cleats for my boots. My neighbor cut his Maple tree down, we only miss it in Autumn. Winter has its dull days when for a while, the weather turns itself off, but then there are the bone rocking ice storms, or those bright shining days when the sun is an angel in the snow. Slowly from a deep darkness the long hours will shuffle out of their daydreams, critters will stumble out of hedgerows, goose-grey skies will learn to fly, and I will change my footwear to crocs, for in Spring I tend to go a little crazy.