Something has happened to me, slowly and almost imperceptibly. The football season is over, the kids are working hard at school and the winter has set in with a vengeance. The wind is a killer, literally. We are waking up to dead rabbits in the fields and dead birds near the house, looking for warmth.
Today, it is 1°. That's it. 1.
I thought we were on the downside of winter. The temps were in the forty degree range and the bulbs were blooming in the yards.
It feels terrible. After being gone so long, I forgot how stinging this wind can be. How unforgiving. How grey and depressing.
It seems silly to have your mood follow the weather, doesn't it? I have spent hours today, looking out the window, trying to find a reason to get going. I am not going to find inspiration in the yard. It's just sad to see the little grey goldfinches land on the feeder and fly away, fearing the hawks that have taken up residence. We don't have any birds, any more. Just hawks.
Well, I know one thing. I don't like hawks and I don't like winter.
All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.