There is a definite chill in the air this morning…
Winter marches to her own beat
Sings her own special song
Every bit as sweet as the other three seasons
There is the anticipation of snow
Will Christmas be white?
Not all will be praying for a world in white
With last years sleds in cupboards under stairs
Children watch and wait with snowmen in mind
They stand at windows, hot breath misting the glass
Rain keeps falling, no hope of snow
It is at times like these you can see
The whole universe in a raindrop
Hope falls with every snowflake
When it finally arrives
Warm coats, woollen mittens, and children
Outside before you can say no
They make a snowman and Christmas
Angels lay their wings down
Late that night, with snow still falling
The snow angels will have taken flight…
Winter is a time when I hope to see snow falling. I know it can be trouble, electric cables pulled down with the weight of it. People left in the cold with no lights, often no water either.
Roads closed, yet for me, it is pure magic. Not one snowflake the same as another. The world under a white blanket.
Spring bulbs loving the cold, a time of woolly hats and warm coats. Hands hidden inside gloves, snowballs, looking over garden walls hoping to spot a snowman. This all reminds me that a part of us never grows old.
I always build our snowman in the front garden so I can see the smiles on people’s faces as they pass by.
Best of all, it is a time to sit with my family around a log fire, toasting marshmallows as we look forward to Christmas.
Not forgetting the carol singers…