Though it was completely cloud covered on this November day, somehow a sliver of rainbow appeared in the sky! If you look closely around 10-11 o’clock, you can see it too.
Geese fly through a cold winter sky. There’s a hush in the air. The grey clouds are heavy, laden with snow, but yet it resists the Fall. I wait, watching, anticipating it’s arrival, but only the wind touches my face. I can feel winter’s cold hand. It grazes my cheek, but will not wrap me in its white robes, will not envelop me with its embrace. I have been here waiting, from the sun’s bright ascent to the close of the day, but it does not fall. Winter’s snow holds back from me, like a reticent sparrow, peeking from the trees, unmoving yet aware, unsure of my intentions, though I offer only love.
The ice receded, though some people saw snow fly this morning. Rain, mud, and decaying vegetation all around. Spring has come. Now I wait for the return of my beloved Winter. Gone, but never forgotten.
Technically it’s the first day of spring, but this image sums up my feelings about it all. I’m always sad to see the Winter leave. This was taken in February at the Marsh. I’ll be looking forward to seeing more Winter next year (or in a week or two if the “Powers that Be” still favor a late snow, like in the past).
Another view from the Marsh. The sycamore tree is particularly beautiful in the winter season and one of my favorite trees to photograph.