A SNOWY DAY

Cold that chills to the bone; Yet lovely, All crystaline and white. Dazzling in sunshine; Soft as velvet at dusk.   Home is so inviting, Offering soup; Warmth that holds and fills us While snow blows into drifts; Statues made by the wind.   Landscape dressed in splendor; Pure delight, Bundled up for a walk;

SNOWMEN…PEOPLE(?)

Even after the snow on the ground has melted, there are brave testimonies of its recent presence; proud sculptures that reflect the creativity of children:  Snowmen…or is the PC term “snowpeople”?  They stand in yards all around town, wearing hats and scarves, some made of leaves.  (Hmmm, I wonder if that’s to keep the cold

HAPPINESS INSIDE

When it gets cold, We need ways to get warm; That make us feel cozy And safe from a storm,   With sweaters and blankets, Hot coffee and such; Conversation and stories; A friendly touch.   When the wind howls Piling snow into drifts, We’ll seek refuge inside, With mugs that we lift,   Buttered

SNOWFLAKES

Soft, white fairies dance and spin; Never hesitating On their way to the ground Where a blanket spreads far and wide; Fresh and cold, Laid out so evenly And bright with crystal jewels; Known for its beauty and delight; Enveloping happy children as they play in it; Snowmen and angels left behind as evidence.

SAFE RETREAT

In Fall it’s time to put to bed All tender flowers And gently spread A blanket of mulch To keep them warm; While the icy winds blow The world hardens, the ice and snow Turns everything white, Quiet and cold; And people bask in firelight. Beneath the winter snow there lies A world of creatures,