January 22 2011

The time of winter always plays With my memories of Katy. The last days of January and she died and the Funeral was the first days of February... or so memory tells me. It snowed every day for months after she died. The snow on the evergreen trees always says Katy to me. The dark crispness of the Evergreens and the soft mounds of snow so beautiful and undecribeable in my own way of wanting to describe. the darkness and the white, the rich green in winter and the frost ice feel on the tips of my fingers. all that snow everyday falling everwhere on everything, the long long winters of Northern Vermont as if the snow were my own frozen tears...