winter

Rocking Chair Winter

Yesterday, I came across this poem out and an Ideals book. It goes..

         Winter Memories

In winter, I remember still…

(As bundled youngsters trudge uphill

With sleds behind them, lagging there,

As snowflakes drift through the pathless air-

And when atop the hill they rest

Just wondering which snow-trail is best,)

I seem to see myself in them

As I relive old scenes again!

It seems that wintertime is fun-

But somehow only, to the very young!

for as the years creep up on me-

My rocking chair seems best, you see!

The snowball fights seemed quite the thing

For fingers cold, from winter’s sting.

And games were always fun, you know,

Like making “Angels,” in the snow.

A dish of snow “ice-cream” was good

Beside the stove-made warm with wood.

And icicles hanging from the eaves

And diamonds glistening from the trees

Were things of beauty, given free

To the like of you and me!

The curling smoke from the chimneys, tall,

Lent a sense of serenity over all.

Yes, wintertime is fun, no doubt,

To youngsters who can run about,

But give me warmth, and books galore-

And my rocking chair-why ask for more!

                                                       Beatrice Drummond

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winter

No Laughing Matter

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This morning I am trying to keep up with Rumpy Dog and maintain a sense of humor. If you need to laugh, you can check it out here. Winter is taking a toll on many and it is no laughing matter. At times like these we are looking for any sign of spring.. I am not a proper poet and I do know it but I hope you can find some sunshine or a chuckle, in these words..

battered and bruised

i’m no longer amused

while hearing the news

of what winter has done..

can we please see the sun?

i make this plea

between you and me

that i will surely faint

or resort

 to a can of spray-paint

and i’ll color the snow

so that it will glow..

bright green

winter

You Got Mail

I view winter as a time to rest. Ideally I would love to just hunker around a fireplace all winter, reading, writing, making soup and trying out new bread recipes. Hmm! It’s a very nice thought.. We were not prepared for snow when we encountered it last weekend. The elevation is 5,800 located in the Angeles Oaks area of the San Bernardino Mts. in Southern Ca.  From our home to yours….

Winter’s Rest

Gentle is the snow that falls

Beauty is what winter brings

In the sing-song of the rain or wind

Quiet is the earth as it settles

In for a long winter nap..

A time to embrace thoughts

Sifting and shifting of the

Old and in with the new…r gould

There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven..Ecclesiastes 3:11