Wrap us tightly in your warm, white coverlet,
Cocoon-like, as a mother wraps her restless babe.
Tuck in our naked limbs
To prevent assault from the arctic blasts.
Provide us with that comfort zone,
Where we're inured to the blustering winds
That race through the forests of our minds,
Those hurts and misunderstandings that haunt us
And keep us from much-needed rest.
Welcome, winter! In these quiet days,
Whisper winter's secrets in our attentive ears.
Let us hear the soundless, falling snow
Blanketing the earth while children sleep and dream.
Let us look full upon that white, wintry moon
Which casts its probing searchlight
On sapless trees and abandoned nests
Of birds long-since seeking friendlier terrain,
That place where I sometimes long to go
To find waiting arms and forgiving hearts.
And let us rest and sleep, renewed, recharged,
Our reservoirs filled back to the brim,
Prepared for that butterfly day
When early spring will wake us,
Stretching, yawning, dormant children
Carelessly shrugging off your protective quilts
And stepping doe-like out of the forest
To drink deeply from that clear meadow stream
Without even a glance back to thank you,
The winter of our solace and content.
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Beautiful, serene and utterly magnifico, simpatico and fantastico! Almost made me love winter...which is rather drab here with unclothed trees stretching out their bony, knotty limbs to the sky to embrace what sunshine comes their way. Just awesome, you are indeed a poet extraordinaire'. (PS: think my mailbox is broken...All day I couldn't get any emails out...)
Now you bowl me over! "and stepping doe-like out of the forest" "tuck in our naked limbs" "injured to the blustering winds" "cast its probing searchlight"....
You are a great poet lady!!
I loved this!
Blessings galore for you!!