I love the transition between fall to winter. It is breathtaking and beautiful. In honor of that transition I wrote a poem to reflect the coming of Old Man Winter.
Let the snow fall.
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
― Lewis Carroll,
It started slowly,
the breeze picking up
with a gentle rustling of leaves
sending it spiraling towards
the night sky.
unique icy kisses,
began to blanket everything
they touched with –
Their clouds no longer
able to keep them at bay.
On a sigh,
the tree’s bare branches
shivered in awareness of the
Swaying they started to dance
Furry creatures stirred in their
for they were cold
but content while the
new season awakened,
crooning to them to stay at rest.
The night came alive with
a passion so achingly familiar,
a yearly guest that was mourned
each time it passed.
Even the forests ancients respected its
allowing the stars and moon
to light a slivery path
in a silent offering for guidance
to the hardships likely to come.
For Old Man Winter could be cruel,
condemning those who mocked
him on those long cold nights,
as they wished for him to remain
And yet winter’s temper was mild tonight,
for he was in awe of the changes
made during his slumber.
His voice was loving as he whispered,
I’m back my children.