Winter-Play in the Sun

Walking in my favorite garden alleviates winter’s grief.

Morning sun toasts bracing air. Subtle winds swipe bronze mobiles. Sand patterns swirl around clusters of browning azaleas. Tinsel-thin-ice-patches atop the pond  morph into shimmering waters. Rushing streams tumble upon stacks of rock. Skeletal trees reverence decades of endurance. Candelabra-arms of beech trees hover 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 head northwest.

Yes, I am meandering around the Missouri Botanical Garden, a place of stillness and joy, but any garden will do.