And Winter Came

Winter is a starkly beautiful season. With frosty mornings, bright crisp days, and powdery snow it is easy to see how it has inspired poets throughout history to claim their righteous glow. 

Please allow me to give it a try.

Snowy days, blowy days

Frigid and toasty

Sleds go coasting down the hill

Across the bridge 

Above the slow-moving water in the creek below 

By the simple white schoolhouse

While snowmen stand and stare. 

While squirrels gather nuts

The wild geese fly

Winter is cold with a yellow, orange, and purple glow

There is snow and magic sent down from the sky

High above the clouds soft bed

The angels shake their wings

To shed a shroud of a peaceful wintry night’s sleep

As the downy snow from angels that take wing

Fall softly to the ground 

Rapidly the scene is set, exquisitely Devine

Hills adorned in lacy white

Watch children sleigh into the night

I stood beside that hill smooth with laden snow

A single star looked out from the cold evening glow

There was no other creature 

That saw what I could see

 I stood and watched the evening star

As long as it watched the child in me

A winter’s morning poem from me to you my dear friends

Blessings,