I grew up in the wintery regions of Michigan. Since I now live in Arizona this is only memory. But here is some of my thoughts on winter.

Wintertide

Jack Frost painted lacework

on the boughs of trees

and froze dew drops

crystalline on grassy leas.

Mother Nature soon arrived,

Rubenesque of girth

and spread her snowy robe

across the sleeping earth

Then the couple danced a turn

on every lake and stream

leaving a glassy surface

a perfect skater's dream.

Father Christmas entered

quite portly and jolly

white beard, red suit,

jingle bells, and holly.

But winter gets weary

when it gets old

and short days are filled

with bluster and cold.

In every house

the air is moist and full

with the odor

of snow wetted wool.

The days lengthen,

but ever so slowly,

as winter holds on

with a grip that's unholy.

Just about when you think

you're about to break

spring comes a traipsing

all garish and rake.

Read this rhyme

as often as you please

when trouble like the snow

is up to your knees.

Glittering promises

can gutter aft the swell

and leave empty coldness,

a special type of hell.

Just remember the dark days

are the herald of spring

and tune up your vocal cords

sweet hosannas to sing.

And from my time in Seattle area this:

Muddy Shoes

I know it is winter

by the footwear that's in view

and I mutter a small curse

only springtime can undo.

Winter in the Northwest,

rain mist in the air

on the streets I see

muddy shoes everywhere.

Happy reading and a wonderful Holiday Season to all. Will continue to blog next year. May even get a few more in this year, but no promise. Peace.