A January Haiku:
Winter isn’t through
But the snow looks melty, sad
I stepped onto the porch Saturday to get a load of firewood. The sun was shining, making the snow sparkle and the icicles drip. Birds sang, as if they thought it was April instead of January. Much too soon, I thought about spring.
Spring is my very favorite season. While I could do without the inevitable mud, I love to watch the flowers emerge from the soil and the leaves grow bigger on the trees. I like to think about repotting my houseplants and checking my bushes for berries.
Still, I like winter more than I used to… when it’s cold and snowy. I struggle when temperatures hang just above freezing, making life chilly and damp. I much prefer five degrees and snow to thirty-five and rain.
This year, though, so much about winter makes me think of spring. Three seed catalogs came in the mail last week, and a fourth arrived today. Now that Christmas break is over, I remember that I have just two months until spring break. And those warbling birds seem to be beckoning March to hurry.
We’re just a week into January, and I don’t want to be wishing for spring. I want to enjoy the winter. Will the rain go away and the snow return so that I can go snowshoeing again, watch my dogs romp outside, and let my eyes be dazzled with the diamonds that sparkle in the sun?