When the wind is an icy hug,
and the snow is a blanket, holding the ground snug,
when the trees no longer sway, rocking back and forth,
and a fire is ablaze next to a comforting hearth,
it feels as if everything stops.
Time itself is now frozen, stuck in winter's trance.
Winter, a time of reflection, though at first glance-
it seems as if it's nothing but a dreadful season.
When the snow falls, that's when the fun begins,
as sheets of ice become a natural mirror, with a reason-
that must be found in the heart of the cold, as the world spins.
Although the land is wrapped in a bitter hug,
the mortals who roam, live happily and snug.
Posted in response to the challenge Hygge.
Comments
It's so easy to think of the frigid, sharp-edged, barren qualities of the season, but this poem brings out the beautiful side of winter, too! It's easy to forget.
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