The Advent of Spring
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
published in Life Sherpa, 2004.