Winter
Winter’s chill begins to bite,
Frosty mornings, snowy nights,
Misty dawns, and wet earth too,
A time to hibernate, indoors anew.
The warmth of a log fire’s gentle might,
Mulled wine in hand, a cozy sight,
Winter’s crispness takes my breath away,
Its chill awakening my soul each day.
A brisk walk, and I’m more than alive,
Clear starry nights, the moon’s soft jive,
Clouds wafting across its silvery face,
Glorious sunsets, a wondrous winter place.
Yet, no matter the season’s sway,
Nature’s wonders come out to play,
Flora and fauna, in their own sweet stride,
Unfazed by winter’s chill, they glide.
So let the snow fall, and the winds blow strong,
For in each season, beauty shines so long.
Vanessa Craven is a musician, songwriter, poet, photographer and artist who lives in Daylesford. Her recent books, Under the Mop Tree and Birds in my Tree, are available from Paradise Books and from Vanessa’s website.
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