I resolve to find beauty everyday, to read a poem or write a poem, for that matter. I resolve to see with my heart and not just my eyes. Beauty hides itself in anything, everything. The guttural giggle of an infant. The words "I love you" from a parent, partner, sibling or friend. The way the sky looks on a stormy day and the way we feel when a song brings tears to our eyes.
This morning, I woke to see the frost dripping from every bare branch and clinging leaf. The winter garden is beautiful even without the pinks of gallica and damask. We have those rosettes in the icicles dripping from branches of feathery tamarisk and lilac. We have the naked shapes of things poking up through the protection of snow. The winter garden has its own magic, changing with the years and every snowfall and thaw. Always a wonder. No footprints mar the perfection this snow brings. It is preserved, pristine and crisp like freshly-ironed linen. Smooth as the thick petals of a summer lily.
2 comments:
This is simply lovely.....in fact, I was looking at stock pictures, gardens in winter, and I came across your blog. Your writting is wonderful! I have read almost the entire thing....I am hoping to join so I can continue to enjoy your writing. Thank you so much for giving me a lift today with your beautiful words. Dusty Mills
Dusty, I just discovered you post and I'm sorry for the late reply. Thank you so much for your comment, my dear. You have made my day.
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