Winter is a Poem



Mother Nature came raging,
Trailing her white cape behind her.
Heavy white flakes sailed down,
A thick, frozen blanket.
The wind gusts and makes me
Breathless.

Home is a blessing.
Walls and roof that shelter,
Heat that sighs through floor vents,
Blankets, pillows and nightlights.

We gather in rooms in groups,
Watching and playing and reading,
Secure in our haven,
While the world outside is swirling and cold.

Perhaps tomorrow,
The sun will smile
And light the ground like diamonds.
Children will play and romp,
Red cheeked and bright eyed.
 


For now, I watch through windows,
A world that is covered in marshmallow fluff.
Everything is soft and rounded,
Hills and valleys, drooping trees.
A perfect winter wonderland.



Comments

  1. I am so completely envious! So very much!

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  2. That is a lovely feeling, isn't it?

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  3. You definitely have a writing talent. Didn't really appreciate the good stuff about snow until I read your post. Usually I just look outside and say aw, crap, it snowed again.

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  4. I'm dying for some of the white stuff. But your poetry and pics dulled my ache just a bit. Thank you.

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  5. I don't know if winter is a poem, but you are a poet. Lovely.

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  6. Ah, for snow like yours to enjoy (as long as you don't have to go to work) we had all of a couple of inches last night :-( the kids are dying to make snowmen!

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    1. I don't have to go to work, or anywhere, which was nice. My kids even got a very rare snow day. (Bad part, it took my husband four hours to get home from work. Normally takes 40 minutes.)
      Our Utah powder doesn't always make for good snowmen, but great for skiing, so I hear.

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  7. We've already had more snow this year than all of last year. I'm reveling in it--and in that warm, cozy stay at home feeling when I can. :)

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