Monday, December 15, 2008

Winter's Mystery and Delight

When winter’s snow comes dancing down
A frosty cold claims woods and town.
Where winter holds us in embrace
Be thankful for this peaceful place.

When winter’s morn dawns muted gray
Here and there are birds at play.
They hop about and seem to say,
Will the children come today?

When winter’s noon shows turquoise sky
The snowdrifts melt with liquid sigh.
When shadows lengthen it’s time we go
To warm ourselves by fire’s glow.

When winter’s eve brings blowing storm
All God’s creatures must stay warm.
The night holds secrets like a dream,
In stalwart woods and frozen stream.

When winter’s scene you cannot find
Look within your childhood’s mind;
There reminisce the days of yore,
Such mystery, delight once more.

By Elaine Hardt ©2002
photo by Carlene or Peter Hardt ©2004