The Awakening

I took a walk against the winter wind. I saw some of the most beautiful images among the dull nakedness of the season. But none so beautiful as the seed pod waiting to bloom on a bare branch.

Stripped of its many faces of color, the tree stands bare…waiting for the awakening. No winter lasts forever. It’s only for a season.


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