Shadows and humming, songs and solitary notes. Light coming through the holly leaves. Circles of shadows on the snow from the red berries. Birds folding themselves into the pointed trees.
The sound of the refrigerator or the heating system when the wind isn’t speaking. The ice already melting and winter just settling in. The light like thinly settling dust coming through the opaque grey sky. Clouds would make a difference.
It’s only temporary. Just like the brown craziness of the branches and brambles. Everything will get sorted out when the leaves come back ready to sail with the wind. They’ll lift the confusion. The sky will open to many kinds of blues and close with purple evenings.
It’s definitely time for a nap.