Dead of winter.
The time of greatest darkness.
Of most intense cold.
So says trusty Webster.
Are we there yet?
After this week, you bet.
Talk about a hard freeze.
More like a cold affront.
An icy, in-your-face confrontation.
But then, it’s Texas.
It’s freezer time
Soon we’ll be in the oven.
To everything, turn turn turn.
There is a season, turn turn turn.
And Spring is just around the corner.
If you look far enough.
It’s down the road apiece.
But coming on just the same.
March 20th marks its debut.
Be here before we know it.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch…
And a mighty cold ranch at that.
Winter brings more than weather.
Winter changes the palette of the sky.
Especially without snow.
Instead, coastal fields go white.
A beautiful, stark sight.
With black cows outstanding in their field.
And steel-gray water in the earthen tank.
Or the cardinal.
Redder than red, in the leafless tree.
And sky in elegant black.
Wearing stars of sterling silver.
The dead of winter.
All dressed up and nowhere to go.
A full moon rises.
Heave ho, the eastern horizon.
Soft, edgy light.
Rounding and rising and solidifying.
And profound as it crosses the winter sky.
Renee Walker is an author, poet, and real estate broker on the square.