Yes, winter is here.
The snow falls softly outside
Is it late or is it early?
enough snow for one winter already
shoveling, digging and where is my van?
On the road, drivers are either too fast or too slow
avoid all of them if you can.
tracks in the snow where my neighbor’s cat hopped to my window
and holes where boots stepped up to the knees
an igloo, a snowman, and a sled waiting to pull
tomorrow children will be running, sliding and squealing with glee.
January is passing and I greet the new year with hesitation
Wrapped in a blanket with hot coffee to warm
What hope is ahead? what mysteries will unfold?
I will not face the cold with fear or be forlorn
I instead see white sparkling crystals and tinsel sheen
a blanket of white and powder on branches of trees
a frozen mirror not a river; icycles where leaves had been
This enchanting beginning brings magic with it
magic and promises to be seen
this was written last year, January 2011. Each new year it is so hard not to be melancholy and discouraged. Last year I tried to be hopeful, looking at all the beautiful snow. perhaps I should read this poem to myself and it will encourage me this year 2012…