This season ends in a stormy wash. The earth’s surface rendered into a purifying mud bath, a final cleansing of body and soul as the tempest scoured landscape prepares for a new cycle. Trees have been thinned and the paths are waterlogged; allowing the piercing gaze of the sun to expose and echo each tiny transition.
A new door opens – although outside lies the heart of winter – a raw austere land where each limb stands absolutely bared and stripped of foliage. Life’s passage is now frozen – reduced to the stirring of puddles, ice and freezing fog. Hope lies in anticipation; belief that some new deity of nature will manifest itself.
Earth smothered by seeping cold damp. Days pass eclipsed by the shadow of an unconquered sun – that spark of life is now buried safely in a cocoon of adversity. Trees decorated with frozen water form cracks against a sparse sky with each clear shape keeping hold of distant memory.
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