We have arrived at that time of year. The beginning of Winter. (While many count the Winter Solstice as the beginning of Winter, for the ancient Celts, the Chinese, and myself, Winter begins on All Souls Day). Now I watch for that last light of day, so quick and fleeting, so that I might walk in the long angle of the Sun. This afternoon, Frost decided to walk with me.
The fierce winds of Sandy took the last of the leaves down, except for a few scarlet oaks.
Now everything is gray and open.
I am never sad for it though, for I love to look at the lines and tangles of the trees.
I also love to observe the intricate textures of tree trunks and lichen.
Blooms can still be found. This is smartweed.
And here, along the walk to my home, a dianthus that can’t stop blooming,
even after all the fierce winds and bitter snow.
I hope your day was filled with peace.