Walking in my favorite garden pauses winter’s grief.

Morning sun toasts bracing air.
Subtle winds swipe bronze mobiles.
Earth-warmth sucks snow-encrusted beds.
Sand patterns swirl around clusters of azaleas.
Pond of tinsel-thin ice patches morph into shimmering waters.
Rushing streams jostle among stacks of rock.
Hidden beauty of skeletal trees reveal decades of endurance.
Chinese cork and beech trees hover candelabra-arms over spent grasses.
Stands of vibrant green bamboo glisten in the sun.
A two-sided bamboo shelter interfaces outer and inner worlds.
A flock of sheep, motionless these many winters, still heads northwest.

Yes, this is the Missouri Botanical Garden, a place of stillness and joy, but any garden will do.