Does the earth, once accustomed to snow.. miss it when it melts?
Does a spruce await a coat of fresh powder to keep it warm?
Does a maple feel a loss when the brilliant leaves of autumn fall?
Does a cherry tree eagerly anticipate the arrival of its soft, pink perfumed blossoms? Does it forget over a winter’s time the delicious fruit it will eventually bear?
These things i wonder on a cold December day… I wait for the darkness of the Winter Solstice.. and soon i’ll look forward to brighter days. I wait, and i wonder, but time does not.