More snow and cold.
Birds among the withered, looking for leftover seeds.
Lifeless whiteness does not look inviting.
But they are here,
fluffed in warmth...
Drumlin Farm, Lincoln, Massachusetts
All frozen,
no motion,
except for
the flitting sparrows amidst snowy sparkles...
Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts
Or does it ?
Once in nature, the calendar loses its meaning.
Birds are not attuned to days, months, and years.
These are just instants of time,
and each instant is the seed that allows them to enjoy the living.
This is what it is all about...