Wintertide

To everything, there is a season.

Winter has its own beauty and rhythm, the bluest of skies, and a starkness that bares the landscape.

Winter Grove
Winter Grove

I love the hushed world of newly fallen snow followed by the crunch of tires on city streets.

Winter air is crisp and clean. Slush, not so much.

Soon enough, spring will begin to poke through the bare ground and tint the trees green. But until then, enjoy the season of wintertide.

Christmas time is here
Happiness and cheer
Fun for all
That children call
Their favorite time of year
Lee Mendelson

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