Mid-December Rain

These lines from poet Robert Frost are appropriate today:

My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be. . . .

The nation has, of course, experienced great sorrow from Friday's Sandy Hook shootings. And today was indeed a dark day of late-autumn rain—the first rainy day we've had in ages. Because our water level is way below normal, the rain was welcome.

Rain dripped from cedar branches . . .

. . . and besoddened the fallen leaves in the woods.

But, in almost winter, a forsythia branch bore yellow blossoms. 

Even on a bleak mid-December day, there's a promise of spring.

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