Wynter
Oh crap, the first snow! I guess that means I don't get to finish my autumn poem.... Or does it? Anyway, I've already finished it, just haven't posted it.
But, I love the first snow. It has a magic of its own. The first time it sticks, settles down like a carpet of silence.
It has a way of turning even the oldest human beings into little kids again.
There is that frosty anticipation,
the promise of Christmas and bright packages,
sparkling lights
and pine scenting everything,
Sipping hot chocolate
and the comforting warmth of loved ones
that only comes with frozen noses
and the sudden opacity of breath...
It becomes a cocoon of sorts,
settling in against a blanket of white
wrapping ourselves away in warmth and love
like those chintzy packages under the tree.
We wait,
To be unwrapped by the spring
revealing something new,
something resplendent and fresh.
For now begins the time of reflection,
of inner learning
of outward loving
soft nesting
and warm hearts.
The first snow,
The first dusting
of a magical land.
Be warm my friends,
Be loved!
MWA!!!!
~The Dreamer
But, I love the first snow. It has a magic of its own. The first time it sticks, settles down like a carpet of silence.
It has a way of turning even the oldest human beings into little kids again.
There is that frosty anticipation,
the promise of Christmas and bright packages,
sparkling lights
and pine scenting everything,
Sipping hot chocolate
and the comforting warmth of loved ones
that only comes with frozen noses
and the sudden opacity of breath...
It becomes a cocoon of sorts,
settling in against a blanket of white
wrapping ourselves away in warmth and love
like those chintzy packages under the tree.
We wait,
To be unwrapped by the spring
revealing something new,
something resplendent and fresh.
For now begins the time of reflection,
of inner learning
of outward loving
soft nesting
and warm hearts.
The first snow,
The first dusting
of a magical land.
Be warm my friends,
Be loved!
MWA!!!!
~The Dreamer