Tonight the moon is showing her winter splendor over the house. The type of moon that is so bright and illuminating, you swear that you can see every line and dust movement upon her surface. I hear the simmering of the tea kettle as I anticipate that one cup to warm my hands and chest.
And yet, I'm reminded that spring will soon be here.
The tones of the May bells will be pulsing slightly with the increasing warmth of a delicate wind. I can't wait. For the birds to become my alarm clock, to get started on my herb garden, to travel to the mountains. And to look at the many mushrooms that appear around the house, as the neighborhood children down the street call them the fairy rings as they pass by.