Wednesday, January 23, 2013

The Darkest Season

Yesterday through my kitchen window sunrise broke over the horizon, blue tinged with pink.  Even in winter's 14 degree grip, through barren trees beauty revealed herself,  still there.  Hope peeks through even in the darkest of seasons.

Later in the morning I spied a young buck stepping cautiously through the woods.  I watched him guard his precious life as he headed to some unknown destination.  He had only two points on his young antlers.

Then following behind him appeared an older buck with a much larger rack.  My camera had a hard time focusing on them through the trees.  Nature has given them perfect cover.

It took my breath away when I saw yet three more bucks following behind them. I had never seen anything like that before--five bucks picking stealthily through the woods. A troop of five strong sets of antlers that may recently have fought against each other.  I contemplated new life hidden in warm, dark doe wombs from their recent rutting. Even in bleakness new life is concealed.

At sunset on the other side of our ridge beauty again glowed in darkness.  Yet in different colors, changing quickly.  Each moment is unique, never to be exactly repeated. Winter's bitter cold death seems endless, but it sends reminders. Light is simply hiding now. Waiting. Ready to burst forth into new life.  Hope sends forth promises of a brighter season.