Birds are arriving daily, the tree's and yards are coming alive with their song but winter hangs on. However, as the sun climbs higher in the sky it's strength increasing daily, it is a futile battle Spring is coming and nothing will stop it.
I walked the woods and for several weeks I have been looking at the Milkweed, their stalks brittle and gray, their pods almost empty, their job done, as the seeds are scattered on the winds.
Still there is an eloquent beauty just as in the old tree's that I love so much.
.”The sun has come out... and the air is vivid with spring light”. ~Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens