Winter Withers

Winter Withers …… its way into the woods and waits….and wonders….and watches until…. No-one is looking. Suddenly, an ally boorishly introduces itself, an iced-sliced wind to quiver-shiver the woods’ most tender saplings; to shudder the aged evergreens with sharpened, encrusted crystals sandpapering the toughest, roughest bark. Weather warning complete, Winter then crunches forward, cold shouldering its way through the night to finally rest against a solitary, isolated cabin. Inside that logged shelter, Man awakens allowing his thoughts freedom from the waiting room of his mind. Man has learned how to listen, but much more importantly, this man has listened how to learn! What he now tartly tells himself is… Winter has arrived; survival demands action. Man has lived for a year with Mother Nature after his disconnection, severance with city life; he now feels a yearning for the three R’s: reconnecting, refiguring and relocating. Man can't allow Winter’s weathered wings to again sadistically embrace him with glacial isolation nor allow its benumbed playmate… Loneliness to knock unsettingly on his already fragile, front door. Ian Souter