Winter is not death. Winter is sleep. A long nap that Mama Nature takes after at least six hectic months. All that growing and fertilizing and procreation and rain and wind and bees and birds and those damn woodpeckers….all that can take a lot out of a girl.
Not many people realize it, but Mama Nature sleeps in the nude. She drops her leaves from most of her body, leaving evergreens in just the right places. Wouldn’t want to blind some young pubescent male. She likes the cold, likes how it makes her feel drowsy, how it helps her to fall asleep.
I like that. Short, well writ, and tells a story with a point.
Yeah, sometimes I can do that. Probably more later.