Winter has a simple kind of beauty. In one sense less is more. Strong colours stand out against frost and snow. Simple forms and structures get a chance to shine.
Flowers blooming only in winter are seen in stark relief against an absence of others.
Silvery grey lichens – the colour of a winter’s sea – cling to tiny branches looking like sea-foam along the shore.
Ghostly forms appear, and disappear, searching out the food nature has secreted. It is easy to see how myths and legends are formed at these mystical sightings.
In the darkness of the forest, in the winter garden, in the loneliness of the night – it can seem as though light, beauty, colour.. will never spring to life again. It will.
Winter’s Veil will lift.