Winter's Sweet Kiss

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says
​"Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” ― Lewis Carroll

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For as much as I mourn winter's coming, and feel relief with the melting winds that tease of spring, I adore the beauty of winter.  And as spring starts to show her face again, I find myself wishing for one more snowfall - one more peaceful blanket of delicate snowflakes that remind the earth, and me, to rest.  This winter has not been one of rest - it has been a flurry of productivity and long, busy days.  Still, I carved out little moments to trudge through drifted snow and wait quietly among birdsong.  It was (and is) there, when I chose to get out my own head, my own heart, and my own way, that my soul was refreshed.  When we wish away the winter days, I fear we may be missing out on a season that is whispering to us of beauty and restfulness that we so desperately need.