Wednesday, December 17, 2008

For the Love of Winter

My abundance is in winter.
I dwell in the peace
of the silent snow,
sitting by the yellow
light of a lamp
with a blanket and a book,
or comfortably close
to him on the love seat.
I find joy in the lack of humidity and
the offensive noise of lawn mowers.
I feel happy covering my homely limbs
with sweaters and jeans instead
of sticky sunscreen and sweat,
and I am justified drinking another hot tea.
There is beauty in the stark outline
of trees and squirrels against whiteness,
or watching my little dog sniff deer tracks
and race inside with a snowy nose.
To come out of the quiet cold
into the warmth of a home,
to hear the furnace kick on,
to snuggle up to a warmer body
under chilly bedsheets
is the abundance of winter.


John Ettorre said...

Lovely. You've pretty faithfully captured how I feel about winter also--at least until about mid to late February, when it's beginning to get really old.

Leslie Waddell said...

I just want you to know how much I appreciate you and all that you offer on your blog.

bonnie said...

You are an inspiration! I love the picture you've posted with your winter poetry. May I add to the list: fleece pants and arm warmers, the heat of my laptop on my legs, wood burning fires, cardinals and red-headed woodpeckers against the soft gray backdrop, losing sight of Oakleigh in the woods as she matches the color of fallen leaves.

P.S. is tea a vice?

CJM-R said...

I so enjoyed that. Thank you for posting.