Face Toward Spring

Very little happening here.
Sometimes my life feels about as blank as the pages of the little book
I bought in which to create music.
Hours outside my home are spent either in the Special Care Unit 
where my mother resides 
or on the road getting there.
The Scene in our Garden is bleak.
It vacillates between the enchanting beauty of new-fallen snow
and its disturbed, dreary aftermath.
Our cars' shines are quickly dulled by the disgusting residue of slush.
As you can see, my enthusiasm for winter peaked LONG ago,
 and while at home, I read.  Mostly old books. 
Many of them books of the seasons.


  1. Winter can be so dreary! Your post reminds me of a poem by Christina Rossetti -

    A Better Resurrection
    I have no wit, no words, no tears;
    My heart within me like a stone
    Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears;
    Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
    I lift mine eyes, but dimm'd with grief
    No everlasting hills I see;
    My life is in the falling leaf:
    O Jesus, quicken me.

    My life is like a faded leaf,
    My harvest dwindled to a husk:
    Truly my life is void and brief
    And tedious in the barren dusk;
    My life is like a frozen thing,
    No bud nor greenness can I see:
    Yet rise it shall—the sap of Spring;
    O Jesus, rise in me.

    My life is like a broken bowl,
    A broken bowl that cannot hold
    One drop of water for my soul
    Or cordial in the searching cold;
    Cast in the fire the perish'd thing;
    Melt and remould it, till it be
    A royal cup for Him, my King:
    O Jesus, drink of me.

  2. If there was one thing about Winter I dislike it is the dirty snow slush...ick!!! I also have enjoyed reading as the temp keeps dipping. SOON it will be time to open the windows and water the flowers...:)