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Winter in a new place

I spent 50 some years used to the seasonal rhythms of the Midwest. That included harsh winters that did not allow flowers to bloom much past October. I am finding that winter in the Pacific Northwest is much kinder to vegetation, and that flowers continue to bloom, even in December. My internal seasonal clock is so confused! I know it is winter, it is colder here, yet I can go for a walk in the park and still see color! That was my chief complaint after last year’s winter in Minnesota; the dull, drab, colorless monotony that dragged on for what seemed an eternity. But here in Oregon I find color that nourishes my soul through the shorter, grayer days. A walk today revealed a dash of flowers here and there, along with moss that hangs like green overcoats on the tree trunks. There are leaves that fall off the trees, just like the Midwest, and they create a soft carpet on the sidewalks. Then I find trees whose leaves look as vibrant and green as they did in the summer months. But I’m not complaining. Soon enough I will be going back to Minnesota for a visit, and I know that I will be missing the winter in my new home.

Flowers in December

 

The roses have given up

Their petals now brown

Too shy to bloom in the cool air

 

But the pansies persevere

Their clown faces and circus colors

Celebrate the winter season

 

Hibiscus hang on

Now faded, washed out blue

On display until the bitter end

 

Cranesbill of delicate purple

Withstand the dropping degrees

And continue to hang on the vine

 

December flowers bloom

Like colorful candy sprinkles

On the muted green foliage

 

 

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Winter words, and remembering Minnesota winters

I spent 52 cold and snowy winters in Minnesota, until I finally decided I had enough and moved to a more temperate but rainy clime of Portland, Oregon six months ago. They tell me it snows here, but not much. And I have heard that even a few inches is enough to prompt the mayor into issuing a warning for all Portlanders to avoid travel and stay home! For someone who is accustomed to driving through literally feet and not just inches of snow, my first Portland snowfall should provide much amusement. Although I will concede that the snow removal equipment here is nothing like what Minnesota has. Even though I came to truly hate the frigid and snowy monotony of eternally long Minnesota winters, I found myself outside one day after a snowstorm, admiring the beauty of the snow on the trees and taking picture after picture. And when I began writing, the snow also became inspiration for me – who would have thought?! But even so, I can’t say that I will miss the Midwestern landscape at winter – I find rain is so much more manageable!

Winter Canvas

 

Snow becomes a canvas

Blinding white

Sunlight creates

Tiny sparkling prisms

Shadow of the bench

Wavy and distorted

Soft reflections from glass

Paint white on white

Tree shadows

Are gray

Undefined

An impression

The artist in winter

Is the sun

The artist’s canvas

Is the pristine snow

Is

Snow sprinkled like

Powdered sugar on the trees

Birds’ nests are cupcakes

Frosted with snow

Beads of water

Frozen into hanging sculpture

Trunks and branches

Become monuments

The stillness

Makes you

Want to hold your breath

Winter is

A time of rest

Winter is

A simple time

Winter is

Snowflakes

Catching them

On my tongue

Gentle, tiny miracles

Melting into me

An angel’s sieve

Sprinkles gifts over me

Coated with love

I fall down

An angel in the snow

A shadow of my soul

Remains as I rise

Imprint in the earth

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