Walk on a Winter's Day
Chilled to the bone, the frosty sheer air.
Winter again unrelenting, inevitably here.
The stillness of a new untouched morning,
Still ours alone to share.
The trees, a wonderland of beauty,
Boughs lush with white diamonds,
Dreamlike, in a haze of soft gray sky.
A picture,well-worth a thousand words.
Boughs lush with white diamonds,
Dreamlike, in a haze of soft gray sky.
A picture,well-worth a thousand words.
Bundled and mittened, we walk on….
Determined, sure-footed,facing the elements.
Brave against the chill.
Your hand in mine, snug and secure.
The cold less bitter,because you are near.
Determined, sure-footed,facing the elements.
Brave against the chill.
Your hand in mine, snug and secure.
The cold less bitter,because you are near.
Step after step,we trudge the brilliant white mile.
Smug in our solitude with nothing to fear.
With chocolate and kisses, waiting in the warmth.
To welcome us home again; so glad you are near.
Smug in our solitude with nothing to fear.
With chocolate and kisses, waiting in the warmth.
To welcome us home again; so glad you are near.
GHH
Growing up on the Canadian Prairies, we spent many a day out in the snow. And snow it did; sometimes with "drifts" reaching as high as the roof of the house!
Blizzards, stay-at-home snow days,ice forts,skating rink in the backyard, snowball "fights", walking in the deep snow, frost on the trees.....lovely, cherished memories.
I love the snow!
I hope there is plenty where we are, this Christmas.
"The snow: a blanket of diamonds in the winter sun."
I wrote this description many years ago. I still love the image it conjures up. :<)
Growing up on the Canadian Prairies, we spent many a day out in the snow. And snow it did; sometimes with "drifts" reaching as high as the roof of the house!
Blizzards, stay-at-home snow days,ice forts,skating rink in the backyard, snowball "fights", walking in the deep snow, frost on the trees.....lovely, cherished memories.
I love the snow!
I hope there is plenty where we are, this Christmas.
"The snow: a blanket of diamonds in the winter sun."
I wrote this description many years ago. I still love the image it conjures up. :<)
Link to the original post at My Poetic Path, with a tribute to my dear brother Wendell.
He was a December baby. I miss him so much. Even more so, this time of year. Hugs to you dear Wendell.
This poem was not written for him specifically, but I think he would have enjoyed it.
He was a December baby. I miss him so much. Even more so, this time of year. Hugs to you dear Wendell.
This poem was not written for him specifically, but I think he would have enjoyed it.
