The cold of Winter hath the landscape gripped
And wrapped its frosted fingers good and tight.
And from the trees vast branches hath been ripped,
Their scars a sad and plaintive sign of plight.
And o’er the hills vast swathes of icy snow
A mass of crystal twinkling ‘neath the sun
A blesséd sign that e’en in ten below
The light still shines upon us, everyone.
And so the winters of our lives unfold
Perchance a time to hibernate and grow.
When life seems hard; the world outside is cold
Yet in our hearts we warm to truth we know.
Soon beastly Winter, too, itself will sleep
As Spring time o’er the hills doth start to peep.
It’s actually -20C outside. Hibernation feels like a really good idea. 😉
Thanks for stopping by.
Happy New Year!
©Dorothy Chiotti, Aimwell CreativeWorks 2014