Monday, January 16

Winter Evening

Winter Evening, originally uploaded by MontanaRaven.

This time of day is almost always a little sad for me. Everything seems to hold on to the light just before evenfall. Just before the sun sinks for the night. I walk through the garden touching the husks of sunflowers, brittle lilac branches and places where my footprints have solidified into ice. The rasping shudders of dry oat grass mix with a chickadee's call. I look for the tiny black-masked bird - there it is - sheltering in the dense blue branches of our spruce tree; The colors are fading fast in the dying light. I want to catch and hold on to this gold forever.
But I know to let it go...