What Holds the Light

The sunlight is painfully shy these days... hiding behind Old Man Winter's knees, sneaking a peak every now and then... not wanting to be forgotten.

But if you are patient, she can be coaxed. You might find her wrapped snug around twigs and branches like a spool of golden thread. She may be filtering herself through the papery shell of a hydrangea, offering it one last day of grace. Or perhaps you will find her sweet talking the baby buds, making them appear to glow from the inside. Perhaps that is what they need... a little bit of a pep talk to encourage them to open when the air is still bitter cold. Poor things. I hope they know it is much too early to wake up. I want to whisper to them... go ahead. sleep in. take your time.

That timid sun. I know she has her days, whole seasons even, when she's bold and demanding of attention. But not now. The heavy clouds are intimidating, threatening snowfall, pushing her aside as they steal center stage. No doubt, the tiny snowflake is deserving of love and attention too. As much as we love the sunshine, who doesn't love a good snow day?