Color Still

The thing is - she mentioned in casual passing - that the landscape is so color-less.
It’s true - I thought - that this month is known best for its endless grey.

But then - when I thought again and stopped to look and see….
I found there was color - still.
Right there and always.
Waiting for me.

Trust in the Seasons

While I marveled at their will to hold on…
I imagined the strength it takes to simply let go.

Knowing.
They will return.
Their bare branches will grow leaves again.
Trusting in the cycles of the seasons…and mother’s nature.

Past Peak

Once and again…and amidst all the clatter and noise
I found myself asking:
What is true for today?

Past peak. Past prime.
But - still - she wows us with color.