Winter Séances

Life's forgotten how to smile. Its little winter séances— set a scene of bewilderment like mistletoes bedraggled penance. The dramatization waits. Kneeling behind every tuft awakening behind every hedgerow. 'Hibernation is slowly rebuffed.' Life again begins to smile. And birds sing in the valley and spread mistletoe, by their scraggy toes so happily. Death, on the contrary, frowns where the thistledowns rise and fall jauntily. Here alights a rainbow atop the clouds. And entire fields of flower ringing in their golden heads turn to see us in our trampling steps that has thrown aback their winding bedspreads.