
A transitional change from days of cold to fleeting warmth.
Those who remain sense the shift and stir with anticipation.
What adventures await around the corner in the new season?

A transitional change from days of cold to fleeting warmth.
Those who remain sense the shift and stir with anticipation.
What adventures await around the corner in the new season?

Sights and sounds and so many distractions leading off the path.
The mind is spinning in a dance of logic and fantasy.
Who allows the Truth be sought and found by the spirit alone?

A bold colour of life contrasting brightly for all to see.
The coldness of the world and the season fading slowly.
What is it we seek in those briefest of moments of stillness?

Snowfall covering the land in a blanket of cold cotton.
Scattered atop the cold cotton cover, food for feathered friends.
An inspection begins of the food offering left behind.

The keeper of the trail, bold in red, awaits the toll to be paid.
A traveller approaches with seeds of the sunflower in hand.
The toll is paid and accepted, and the traveller walks on.

Concealed among a tangle of bare branches, heard before seen.
Curious and observant, now out in the open waiting.
The opportunity to eat has come, swooping in for more.

A mild morning for a change, melted ice creates a cold pool.
Sheltered all around, a cold bath is needed and refreshes.
Enjoy the present moment, for once it is gone, it is lost.

Ice covered branches provide a cold place to perch and observe.
Cold mornings chilling to your core remind you that you’re alive.
Realizing this, your spirit awakens and you feel warmer.