June is upon us!
The gardens are planted, the nests are built, and the sky has already been darkened by rainclouds and shocked with lightning.
Winter colours of blue, grey, icy white snow drifts and fragile hoar frost diamonds glittering while teetering on frozen and brittle trees branches have been replaced by living hues encompassing all the colours of the wheel-- painted by grasses, leaves and flower petals firmly rooted to the earth.
The brightness of a Robin's breast, the redness of the Blackbird's shoulder epaulets, and the yellow brilliance of the Warbler serve to brighten the sky like flashes of confetti flying by at a wedding festival making the memory of falling, always white, always cold, and seemingly always silent frigid snow become a memory of frosted haze of monotony and danger.
All this is accompanied and augmented by the warmth of a caressing breeze along with the heat of the sun that can be felt not only on one's flesh but also serves to gently coddle one's soul as it surrounds us with the nurturing hope of even better things to come-- before the cold and silence of winter descends once again.
If only June could last at least forever.
The gardens are planted, the nests are built, and the sky has already been darkened by rainclouds and shocked with lightning.
Winter colours of blue, grey, icy white snow drifts and fragile hoar frost diamonds glittering while teetering on frozen and brittle trees branches have been replaced by living hues encompassing all the colours of the wheel-- painted by grasses, leaves and flower petals firmly rooted to the earth.
The brightness of a Robin's breast, the redness of the Blackbird's shoulder epaulets, and the yellow brilliance of the Warbler serve to brighten the sky like flashes of confetti flying by at a wedding festival making the memory of falling, always white, always cold, and seemingly always silent frigid snow become a memory of frosted haze of monotony and danger.
All this is accompanied and augmented by the warmth of a caressing breeze along with the heat of the sun that can be felt not only on one's flesh but also serves to gently coddle one's soul as it surrounds us with the nurturing hope of even better things to come-- before the cold and silence of winter descends once again.
If only June could last at least forever.
