On my walk today, I feel the bite of the -20 degree
cold. Yesterday, it was +2 degrees. The temperatures
are swinging wildly between a few days of relative
warmth and a few days of brittle cold.
Yesterday, the snow was melting. Today it has refrozen
into ice crystals. The field where horses graze
in summer is now a sea of diamonds. A small stunted
crab apple tree is fringed with hoarfrost.
When it's near zero degrees, the sun is a woolen
mantle resting on my shoulders. But, today, icy
claws cling to my neck. The cold makes me hunch
into myself, I feel stunted, twisted, like the tree.
I regret the loss of winter's simple white harmonies,
and yet yearn for the colored chaos of spring.
the taste of crab apples -