Light enters darkness gently, slowly opening our eyes to brilliance. mjh .

In winter, sunlight saves us from despair. We seekwarmth through panes of glass. mjh

In solitude she pirouettes on melting ice. It’s empowering. mjh

Even in winter the garden bares her good fruit. Look, the seeds are there. mjh

The uphill climb turns toward yet another hill. Onward and upward. mjh

Thawing pond at dusk, beaver lodge and white pine bring January chills. mjh

We all love warm days, but in January? Hmmm. The pond sings too soon. mjh