It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset. This is my first winter back in Santa Fe. I am piling on the pi on wood in my kiva fireplace, and staring out the window at the gray sky and bare branches.
Winter is the season of depth and contemplation.
When the trees are bare is when winter starts. In the plant world, the life forces have gone into the ground. It's a time to formulate deep dreams, wishes, and intuition in your subconscious. The winter has to do with inner visioning. Visioning is best done in solitude.