The pilgrims who are trudging through winter at the moment, are nearing the end of that particular journey. They are weary and tend to forget to be grateful for the silver mornings of late February and early March. The sun, slowly wending its way back to the North, shines silver through the bare gray branches of the deciduous trees. What is left of the snow sparkles as it slowly melts. Even the gray sparrows, beginning their annual dance of procreation, dart in and out of the trees, seemingly capturing pieces of the sunlight, with which they build their nests.
bitter cold morning
the blackbird sings!
For Carpe Diem – grateful acceptance
For Recuerda Mi Corazon – haiku my heart
Just when I am too full of winter, just when the thermometer drops again to 10 degrees F, and I am on the verge of forgetting to be thankful for what IS, along comes a singer in the woods to remind me to say – Thank you, God. Click HERE to see the haiga I created yesterday after I heard the red-winged blackbird’s lovely song on my morning walk.