Winter deepens

Winter deepens here in the North.  I hear of flu season and decide on a large bowl of soup for lunch.  Yet the light is different and I don’t ever reach the end of my amazement in January, as I can literally feel the healing aspects of longer days.  We may have snow in April, and it may not warm up for summer here until July; but it is the light that is true and strong.  And as sure as I am writing here, on or around March 21, I’ll hear the red-wings again.  I’ll see a robin in the front yard, and more voices will steadily join the choir.

from the hardest years new life grew


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