Yesterday, I came across this poem out and an Ideals book. It goes..
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!
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
to a can of spray-paint
and i’ll color the snow
so that it will glow..
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….
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