#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

. . . For the flame of the spring that consumes not but quickens is felt at the heart of the forest aglow,

And the sparks that enkindled and fed it were strewn from the hands of the gods of the winds of March.

~ Excerpt from “March: An Ode," by Algernon Charles Swinburne

Oh, the gods of the winds of March blew wildly, keeping me awake most of the night. Noises of crashes and howlings and swingings outside my window, blowing up anxiety. Wanting the trees to stay rooted to earth and the branches held to the trunk. March is here! It was a piercing cold. Ice new on the river. One lone mallard swooped onto the breeze ruffled river, the icy wild river. I did not stay out very long. My hands froze. The brook has a fine, thin sheen of blue ice covering it again, in one night! Today I prepped for my Aim for Astonishing workshop today: my final session with the Tuesday afternoon group that has been meeting since October. A lovely cohort. We finished strong; so much growth and gratitude. March promises sunny days ahead for cleaning up the blown and broken messes.