Winter Rages


One strives for words to qualify,
the scene that plays before her eyes.
For syllables to beautify,
this tempest gusting ‘cross the skies.

The tiny specks of white make blind,
please don’t forget to wear your shades.
The landscapes brightest than most kind,
compares to how the sun parades.

Cruel cold, its nip stings like a burn,
so weird, same sense afflicts by hue.
A fire set to ease concern,
its medicine like witch’s brew.

A pot of tea rests on the flame,
So clap your hands, restore the zing.
Place hands around the cup you claim,
how soon the warmth will make you sing.

A life where cold and snow does reign,
it may seem strange to linger here.
But realize there’s much to gain,
we hibernate, with time for cheer.


6 thoughts

  1. You write beautifully and I’m glad you posted. I’ve been wondering where you’ve been. I’ve been reading some of your other posts and admire how you live – it sounds like a good life. Best wishes to you!

  2. You might not have been active on your blog lately but you’ve been really busy with all your readings, your online course, taking care of your grandchild.
    This is a lovely winter scene and I so agree with Beth that you write beautifully.
    I wish you and your family a new year filled with bliss, health and love.

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