Sunday, December 18, 2016

South Wind

From yesterday's ice storm to this morning's fog. Air filled with the promise of robins. A warm breeze, a freshet, a stowaway on the south wind. 

Inside, the tree has gained gravitas. Its low branches have settled and the ornaments are on. 

Outside, the trees are bare and bending. There is so much still they have to tell us. 

What will it be?

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