Voices on the Wind Voices on Waiting
Darkness of Winter by m.e.jackson It is not the cold of winter snow that confines, it is the darkness. A time when the sun struggles to reach overhead, to shed its warmth for birds to ruffle their feathers, for foxes to scamper through snow, or the cat to capture a mouse. Shadows never shorten. A sunrise moves toward sunset before lunch. Morning walks become evening strolls. Breakfast melds into dinner leaving only warm fires and a good book to erase winterís loneliness. Itís not the cold of winter snow that confines, it is the darkness of the day, of life, of the world, until spring arrives and hope is renewed. Sunlight returns with daffodils, new life in nests and field; and the Light of the World returns.