Winter Apologia

I forgive the winter darkness that carries deep within the unspoken promise of the electricity of spring. Every dancing snowflake, each frost-muted twig, stows trickles of bird song, brightly budding sprigs of snowdrops, bluebells, cowslips and wood anemones, and bursts of fragrant blossom in hedgerows and the trees. Kim M. Russell, 23rd October 2019 My […]