“And Winter, slumbering in the open air, wears on his smiling face a dream of spring!” —Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Fresh February snow (Photo: Mark A. Zeiger).
I love this line from Coleridge’s Work Without Hope, although I have little patience for the rest of the poem. How could I, living as my family and I do, have much patience for anyone, even a talented poet, who is so caught up in his own funk that he can’t appreciate Nature reawakening around him as February transforms from winter into spring?
Even so, the line stands by itself to admirably evoke this time of year, when our world teeters on the brink of spring.
Thursday morning, I stopped to take a few photos before sweeping the solar panels. Thank goodness I managed to include a touch of color in each shot, as these images would appear to be black and white!
(Photo: Mark A. Zeiger.)
(Photo: Mark A. Zeiger.)
Love this time of year… You can feel the turning in the air, the warmth of the sun, the sound of birds,… Spring is coming!!
Absolutely, Jane! Sometimes it seems impossible, but more often than not, even on the coldest days, there’s something that hints at what’s to come.