What could possibly stir my heart in January?

January— time of absence,

dreaming and longing,

time during which we save the energy

for another time.

Yet,

here it is!

My red,

my passion;

pristine,

pure,

perfect;

the life blood that sustains me

till the scarlet blossoms appear

and my hope is kindled anew once more.

It must be a miracle, it surely is a gift.

What would I do if I were Persephone?

It’s tempting!

Color photograph and poem, © Redlefsen, 2005