O, wind! If winter comes,
can spring be far behind?
This past weekend, while I enjoyed the warmth and joy of spring
and entertained thoughts of planting ferns and flowers,
I reminded myself that in the Shire,
winter rarely ends in March.
And sadly, I was correct.
Last night as I stood in the door
and waited for my dogs to come back in the house,
I could see my breath.
This morning, a winter wind blew cold and sharp
and frost clung to leaf and grass.
Autumn to Winter to Spring is the progression of the seasons.
But sometimes, Spring is as reticent as Winter is eager.