Yes, another drawing. I was hoping to convey in the clearest possible terms what my world is like at the moment. My world is buried. I am buried.
Yet in an effort at catching a wee oasis (and to escape the fearsome-ness of my cabin-fevered children), I left my warm abode (that thankfully had power restored after only a few hours) and stood out on my front porch. In my socks.
I listened to the sleet and ice ping against the ground. I drew in a cold breath that made my lungs ache, and exhaled in a white cloud. The cold damp of the porch started to seep through my socks to my feet.
I looked over at my favorite lilac bush at the porch corner bent beneath the weight of winter. The lilacs that I myself transplanted without managing to kill them (a feat of which I am exceedingly proud). A sheen of ice cracked and popped as the bush bowed still lower. I walked over, felt the sleet hit my face as I snapped a picture with my phone. What a beautiful thing winter can be.
In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash’d palings,
Stands the lilac-bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with the perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle—and from this bush in the dooryard,
With delicate-color’d blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig with its flower I break.
Unable to ignore my achingly cold feet, I went back inside, dreaming of Spring and lilacs in bloom and laundry that will someday be done.
ah, spring.....we wait for your arrival!ReplyDelete
Indeed we do - hope you're staying warm, Debbi!Delete
Spring...and the laundry that will someday be done. Here, here!! -- *High hopes for my house ;)ReplyDelete
One foot on hope and one on reality. I think that's a healthy place to be :) Hope you're keeping well, sweet mama-to-be!Delete
I've got lilac bushes that look that way this morning, too, so...a big amen from sw Oklahoma :)ReplyDelete
Winter sure does seem long this year. Hope you're able to smell lilacs soon, Danni!Delete