winter branches In anticipation of spring equinox in just over a week, I’m really glad that I have a hope of its arrival, faded as it maybe when cold rain and snowflakes continue to drop on my town. days and weeks passed slowly it was cold, actually a step beyond, frigid everything encased in white and ice nothing dripped winter held a strangle hold on all it touched but the sun was brilliant in equally brilliant skies sparkles danced a taunting reel on snow fields in the dead of winter spring was a faded hope Missy If you have been mildly amused, challenged or inspired by what you have read, please pass on my blog to a friend, colleague, family member or even random acquaintance