Recalling Landscape Tapestries of Spring Twenty-Twelve

Looking out on a white and cold landscape, 

I dream of spring, though do not wish to hurry it. 

Since we are in January, I look ahead 

while also following Janus's glances back in time 

towards my favorite Flower Hill Farm landscape tapestries 

of spring twenty-twelve.

It truly is remarkable . . . experiencing the seasons . . . 

imagining this lush, joyous and verdant breath of life . . . 

now resting and dormant within the deepest protected layers 

of crusty, cellular trunks and fleshy roots . . . 

beneath the surface of frozen earth.