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.