My skis have sat by the front door for nearly a month. Unused, waiting for the snow to return. Waiting for January to feel like January, for the gloom to fade just a little.
Enjoyed your post! January with its intense white fields and brilliant blue skies is usually the most beautiful month in a Michigan winter (I'd argue it is one of the most beautiful of ALL our months.) After interminable weeks of gray, it was amazing how uplifting the white was, even without January's customary sun. It wasn't just the gray, we had no precipitation either, which felt ominous. Last week's rain was even a happy diversion. But, as I wrote about in my profile of painter Ron Waara, not all Michiganians love the color white enough to bring it inside in the winter. : - )
Enjoyed your post! January with its intense white fields and brilliant blue skies is usually the most beautiful month in a Michigan winter (I'd argue it is one of the most beautiful of ALL our months.) After interminable weeks of gray, it was amazing how uplifting the white was, even without January's customary sun. It wasn't just the gray, we had no precipitation either, which felt ominous. Last week's rain was even a happy diversion. But, as I wrote about in my profile of painter Ron Waara, not all Michiganians love the color white enough to bring it inside in the winter. : - )
Winter Silence
Snow lays in
soft white silence
across the rolling hills
outside my door
Winter greets me with a
uniquely restful hug that is
far removed from the
raucous green erotica
of summer’s hugs
Trees rooted in secrecy
ground the soft white silence
of this gray morning
to the wonder in my heart
Even though clouds
obscure the sky
and the heavens above
the soft white silence
helps me feel the stars
come in close
close enough
to touch
01/23/23
F K Wynkoop
thank you for sharing; this is beautiful.