The landscape outside is dull, leafless and gray, so typical of the Midwest winter.
The tree that had given us a golden carpet welcome when we moved in is now bereft of its adornments. It stands outside our doorstep, as a lone sentinel heralding the change of seasons.
Mounds of snow still decorate the kerb, unwilling to melt and complementing the dreary landscape perfectly.
The chill in the air is nippy, cutting through the bones.
The grass is brown, peeking out of its white covers only when the snow deigns to melt.
The bunnies, the chipmunks and the birds are all hibernating.
The Sun, unable to defy the laws of geophysics, is in hiding, shackled by gray clouds.
I look out of the kitchen window. The darkness outside is all engulfing. An involuntary frown etches on my brow as I heave a deep sigh. Global warming must be a hoax, the mind muses.
Visions of evergreen foliage and azure blue skies flit across my mind’s eye.
I look at my friend, the tree and it stares back at me. My eyes move upwards, beyond its (now gone) canopy. And there I catch a faint glimpse of colour – of a light pink bordered by the indigo blue of the pre-dawn sky, like delicate gossamer fabric.
And I watch in awe as the blushing pink changes hues.
The sky sheds her shyness and assumes a golden glow, a glow that has been missing for many months now. She is now like a new bride in her wedding finery.
The Sun comes along in his chariot of fire.
And together they play a rhapsody of colour.
Ending twilight, bringing a new dawn.
The birds celebrate, the bees sing and the trees delight.
I feel the rays touch my cheeks, holding out a promise of warmth after months of cold, of renewal and reinvigoration.
Reminding me of the seasons and their rhythms, of Rithubhedam*
That spring always follows winter
That the laws of nature are eternal
Blessed am I to behold this glorious sight!
Blessed am I to be alive!
*Rithubhedam – Change of Seasons
PS: I shot these around spring break last week. I have posted the pictures in the same sequence in which they were shot. For more photos and full size images, click here.
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Hi Melody
"like delicate gossamer fabric". wow !!!
Great pictures. Spring must follow winter. but if you ask me there is something incredibly beautiful about a stark, leafless tree, much like the one captured above. I find something deeply evocative about a stark barren tree in dead winter standing aloof and arrogant in the backdrop of the rising or preferably setting sun!!! (you have to forgive me,I just recovered from a viral fever :) )
Great Blog. Simply loved it !!!
rgds
Socrates
p.S I tried posting this commet thrice. So if you happen to receive all three comments pls delete :)
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Wow, Mel You must have got up pretty early to catch the hues of the sky . The first few pictures (with blue and pink and orange) are breathtaking...Is it still snowing (we are in april now!) I see some snow in a couple of pictures!
And BTW, congratulations on the half century (of blogs)!! I am 2 runs behind :))
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Hi Melody,
Beautiful pictures! Yes, nature is the best artist....
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Hi Scribbly
This is suburban Detroit, right around my apartment complex. Thanks for coming over.
Regards
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Hi Nidhana
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After a long time!
Appreciate your lovely comment. Very encouraging for me
Keep visiting.
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This is which place?
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I dont know what is more beautiful, your words or pictures!!! Lovely
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Hi Sunita
I know. It was such a beautiful sight to look at the colour play. Thanks for taking up the invite and coming over. I'm glad I could share some of my joy with you :-)
Regards
Melody
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Hi Shail
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Thanks for enjoying and recommending
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Hi Kala
I'm happy you enjoyed the beauty. Thanks for stopping by.
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