I spent the day Sunday out in the cold. I needed to find the beauty around me. It has been a difficult couple of weeks, however there has been major resolution to what was bothering me. It is a good time in my life. I find myself looking forward to the further beauty of the winter. Blow, winter winds, blow.
Paul Laurence Dunbar
Oh, who would be sad tho’ the sky be a-graying,
And meadow and woodlands are empty and bare;
For softly and merrily now there come playing,
The little white birds thro’ the winter-kissed air.
The squirrel’s enjoying the rest of the thrifty,
He munches his store in the old hollow tree;
Tho’ cold is the blast and the snow-flakes are drifty
He fears the white flock not a whit more than we.
Then heigho for the flying snow!
Over the whitened roads we go,
With pulses that tingle,
And sleigh-bells a-jingle
For winter’s white birds here’s a cheery heigho!