Rain rivers slide down glass
Grey clouds settle heavy
And Winter grabs us tight
Shakes our confidence
Reminds us we are small
Some things stay green
Hold firm to branches full of hope
The rest turn sad, broken--
Empty selves waiting for rebirth
But even they know
The last word isn't Winter's
So we find our feet
Stand straight up and say
Teach us to yearn and strain
For Light and Warmth
And Hope Himself
Yes, new life is coming
But He is already here
And we have much to learn
Welcome, Winter, Welcome
#57 Heater vents that open wide on cold mornings, beginning the day with cozyness
#58 Handmade heating pad nestled in the sheets, making every night a warm one
#59 The sound of strong wing on a rainless night
#60 Cat purring loud while I watch the trees wave fierce
#61 The middle of the night, when the old day is gone and the new one has yet to be born
#62 Hard conversations that make relationships better, truer, stronger--like a workout for love muscles
#63 The chance to say, "I love you. You matter to me."
#64 When the sick kitty finally drinks water, shows signs of recovery, quells fears of loss
#65 Mug of tea cupped in my hands while sharing life with a friend
#66 When you think you can't and He insists that you can--and the moment you finally realize He's right.
#67 Combing through words that don't make sense and somehow finding understanding and even courage
#68 When a friend says that being with me means she can just breathe
#69 New teas coming home to be tasted and savored and loved
#70 The knowing and seeing that joy doesn't live somewhere out there; it's always here, right where I am. I just have to open my eyes and see it.
#71 The way Winter prepares us to be reborn
#72 The courage to say, "Welcome, Winter"--with hope and faith and joy.
I love poems about winter..They feel so cold and eerie. Good job!ReplyDelete
each "thanks" on your list found me want to say "yes!! i *love* that! and that!! and that one too!!!"ReplyDelete
made me feel that i was sitting with you on a cold winter morning, with mugs of tea and happy opened vents.
I love your poems because they always say so much, but a winter theme coupled with warm and cozy thoughts is very comforting.ReplyDelete