Huddled, hunkered down

Morning brings slate gray skies, snowdust and chill.  I look out to wonder where the birds have gone. The mail brings spring catalogs:lush photos of pink and green flowered duvets. Four o'clock, I fix a cup of hot spice tea and savor the shadows as they begin to slip in.  The magnolia at the front of the house is cloaked in white, but on each branch the buds of the season just to come sleep in quiet anticipation.

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