>Late November and the Waning Sun
>The days are getting shorter. When I awaken early, it is still dark and I am fooled into thinking it is still night. It’s been an extraordinary November–filled with mild sunny days and cool star-filled nights. I’m finding my muse again–beginning to reserve some early mornings for writing. I feel out of balance when I go too long without paying attention to my art.
Kira wrote that it snowed in Antarctica and she never tires of snow. I don’t completely share her passion for winter weather. I love the first snows–pristine and unexpected. Looking out my window from my hilltop view, I feel serenity until March, the longest month. By then I am craving light and warmth. The grayness of the days and lack of anything growing begins to nag at me. I follow cold rain eagerly, hopeful that soon there will be small sprouts and flowers pushing through the intractable ground.
Now I am settling in–awaiting the long evenings with stacks of books I want to read. Although I have far less time in winter, I seem to do most of my writing on cold, dark mornings when I am the only person awake and the tops of the trees are just beginning to be fringed by light.
Literary Imaginings by Lisa C. Taylor 