Everyone sees winter as something terrible. It’s to cold, to wet and to dark. But I see winter as something beautiful. Not to cold, to wet or to dark.
I see it as rejuvenation.
I see the world healing and dancing. Yes, dancing.
I see the way the snowflakes dance through the air. Swirling down to the earth, kissing it with its cool winter lips.
I see winter preparing the land for spring, sealing off any past life with its raw, bitter hand.
I see how it carries its frozen breath over the old growth
Freezing it in time so the earth doesn’t look bare.
I see winter’s trade.
It’s teachings of numbing the past so something new can grow.
I see how winter is life.
Written By: Alecia Writes