THE ACCIDENTAL ORIGAMI OF WINTER

“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.”
Andrew Wyeth

The wind folded, ice creased leaves. Summer leftovers. Lingering green ripples beneath a spangling of chill stars.

I savor this season.

Listening to the rain-muffled fireworks ringing in a New Year, it is impossible not to rejoice.

Overtures of bird call are filtered through the breeze-shaken bare bones of January trees.

In the darkness, hints of light. That is enough to send shivers through fingertips tapping on a keyboard, enough to ignite the unlikely fire that bursts through winter kindling.

The Writer Elkhound and I wish all, collectively and individually, a New Year brimming with thoughtfulness and wonder.