silence broken only by the squawk of a pheasant in the distance,
the song of small birds spreading the word about the seeds i just put out.
grey. hushed. crisp.
black outlines of branches
against a sky encompassing the range of grey tones.
even grey can be beautiful.
in the crisp cold silence.
a new month.
a step closer to spring.
and a faint scent of spring in the air.
hello march, what took you so long?
Feels like we, Denmark-girls, are just about desperate for spring. The snow has to go, the sun has to shine, we want to see new growth, buds turning into leafs and flowers to appear again. Not tomorrow but NOW.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, I love putting bird seed out and listening to the bird chatter as word gets out.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely adore your colorful, crafty, wholesome goodness posts, but I feel anointed with oil when I see stark, gray, even purplish, deep dark winter posts like this.
ReplyDeleteI love each season so hard.
Gasp! Miss Julie this almost, quite decidedly, could be considered poetry from you! I like it! Keep spreading those creative wings ~ the seeds lay before you...
ReplyDeletesnow drops! snow drops! Beautiful snow drops!
ReplyDeleteshe was getting dressed up just for you
ReplyDeletesnow drops. all i have is snow. and more snow, and more snow. i'll keep looking for the drops.
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