Posting January in May sounds out-of-synch but what has been started must be completed. So here goes…
January is a see-saw. One bright morning and it preens like spring. One foggy day and it goes into a huddle of contemplative calm. An in-between month of neither here nor there. To an optimist it is best of both.
Wheat fields now a bed-spread of shy green.
Mustard stands high on stilettos as if…
breathtakingly smiles
seasons move
leaves leave to find new abode
inexorable the march of time
the fading fades
color arrives the fruit of labor
we can only hope to be there
as it happens
tranquildarts 