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January 31: the 31st day of the year in the Gregorian calendar. With 1/12 of the year gone, 334 days remain until year’s end. Winter is in full swing with visions of hope for an early spring buzzing around in our heads. That implies already looking ahead wishing time away so we can pack up boots, heavy coats and jeans replacing them with flip flops, tee-shirts and shorts.
Time can’t hold us down but moves us forward, keeps us on our toes and immerses us in memorable scenes of the past, present and future. It is our best friend, often our worse enemy. We have too much time on our hands, not enough time to do the things that need to be done or just barely get by as time flies without warning.
We cry out in the name of time, time, time!
Winters come, winters go. They will always be a part of the cycle of life beginning a season of dormancy awaiting rebirth. Mosaics on frozen ponds and lakes stretch outward in all directions, cracks and crevices revealing life thriving underneath. One tree hangs on to its leaves while others stand barren baring scarred limbs naked to the earth and sky. Gone are the plush and green replaced by shades of gray often covered in blankets of white.
Thus, we live the Winter with thoughts of “I can’t wait until Spring arrives?” When wintertime arrives, do we simply wish away the winter time?
Wintertime vs. Winter Time
Winters of the past
Aged not forgotten
Images frozen still
Long ago begottenTime within winter
Slowed to a crawl
After toils of FallWinters of the present
Snowy fields impart
Stormy times ahead
Yet stillness of heartTime within winter
Spans hours inside
Hopes and desires
Lay calm firesideWinters of the future
What truly lies ahead?
Without needless worry
Living the moments insteadTime within winter
Ensues time well spent
Without a single moment
Wond’ring where time went Wintertime, any time
Past, present, future
Build upon images
Visions that nurture
©Sharla Lee Shults