We break from school and hope for snow to fall,
so icy sidewalks block us in. I shrink
beneath my blanket, reading bits of all
my favorite books. Outside, so lovely, blink
and miss the light on sparkling hilltops glow.
To smell the smoking chimney’s puff is bliss
on cold and quiet nights. These nights I know
the world is peaceful, nothing is amiss.
I’m taken in by Winter’s lulling spell.
It bids me sleep or watch through window’s frost
the death and birth of seasons. Changes tell
the tale of Earth’s millennia of loss.
Unnoticed years have passed in such a way,
and age dulls not the joy of winter days.