A few more inches of snow today added a softness to the woods. All the broken trails of the deer and the squirrels have been swallowed up, looking now as simple natural depressions. The forest appears draped in a white cloth and all seems still. Staring out the window convinces me spring is not near. The grip of this frigid winter has yet to be released.
I step out the front door to go for a walk. The sky is gray – gray as it seems to have been all winter – as large flakes of snow descend in absolute silence. It is a beautiful snow, not one of harsh winds or violent flurries, just a tranquil slow dropping of white crystals to the earth.©Tom Gable
As I took the first few steps I heard it far away, a distant murmur. It was too far away to recognize but I felt it lift my spirits. I continued my walk and the sound grew louder and louder. Now I was there in the midsts of the chorus in full, melodious force. Above me in the great oaks were the birds singing as though it were spring. The titmice were singing “peter, peter” as they always do in the spring. Up ahead I heard the joyful whistling of the goldfinch. The nuthatches adding their nasally “yank, yank yank” as they crawl around the trees. What a beautiful symphony! For a moment I forgot about the cold, about the winter, about the gray skies. For a moment I was lost in the joy of spring, the joy of rejuvenating life that comes with the melting of snow.
As I walked back, I felt at peace. The birds were a testament to the certainty of warm and sunny days ahead. Though gloomy today might be, I know the days of spring will be here soon, the wildflowers will blossom on the forest floor and the frogs will begin to sing in the marshes once more. Spring is coming.