Thursday, January 22, 2009
Winter wears itself upon the land like a badge of pride. It says, "I've been here for time immortal. I visit each year and lay my coat of hibernation upon your lands. The trees have learned to bend...not break. The grasses have learned to sleep...not die. And the waters have learned to lay still...not ran dry. Life lays still beneath my coat waiting to return.Waiting to blossom. Soon as the days growing longs and the nights shorter, I will return to the North to sleep. My sister, Spring, will awaken the land. She will thaw the waters. She will breath life upon the grasses. She will straighten the trees. And she will restore hope to the lives of those who live off the land.