Snow, white shite, white freckles,
falls this night, silently, effortless
wrapping branches in its whiteness.
As I type the landscape has
become a winter wonderland
in its beauty of softness and purity.
Morning will find me brushing off shovels
after I follow the bunnie prints to its warren,
shrubs have already been nipped so it is near.
In the present Hip Hop resonates
with the drone of jets overhead flying
to Europe as I sigh “take me with you”.
Would I give up winter for warmer climes?
Nah, no way. I’m a child of seasons
needing to savour the joys of each one.
The renewal of life that spring brings,
warmth and blooms of a summer garden,
and Mother Natures autumnal colours.
I’m good :)
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