asked here and there
if we go South
for a time
A poem last January, and we are settled for another winter. And I also know there could be a time to change. The winters can be very hard. I so love our four seasons, and watching carefully. Each month is different. The small strong snowdrops are the first perennials to bloom in our yard. One year, they were covered with new snow, and then there they still were, with their tiny flowers.
Years ago, I wrote this short poem. I remember how significant it was that I could write a poem.
First real snow
My heart lifts
“First real snow” was published in SMILE (WINTER 2000-01); and reprinted in SMILE (FALL/WINTER 2009-10). With a lot of winter ahead, the light is already different. A unique beauty.
With best wishes for the New Year.
Ellen Grace Olinger