winter has its own kind of beauty...
it's a time for showing ones bones.
i am much comforted by these silent sentries
around this place i call home.
the skeletal trees with their adornment of nests...
the butterfly bush under the bird feeder that
gives my little ones a sense of security...
the rattle of the dried leaves from the flowers
that some would have pulled by now
but i like to have them share my winters with me.
this desiccated queen annes lace reminds me of the
moon...with a galaxy of stars arcing outward. But
most importantly...it reminds me of renewal...
new life from the precious seeds clinging to its
heart....
a heart should always carry within itself
the promise of renewal...
