Winter ribbons

 

Hammamelis

I wait wishing I had warm clothes on, standing by the barn.

Looking…spring must be close.

It is March 7, after all.

The shrub near me holds a orange-yellow haze.

I lean in.

Before I even get the camera, I close my eyes

and smell.

The delicate fragrance of Witch hazel.

I am warmed by a scent.

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