A Winter Eve

While the earth begins its needed rest I think of each season's pleasure Pondering the wonders I love best Each yearly phase has times I treasure Priceless gifts given without measure But when the north winds begin to blow And the rain speaks with heavy voice I watch the fire's embers start to glow And know that I can make no choice Yet in winter's frosty bosom I rejoice Time to sit and read my waiting book Wrapped in softest blankets warm Giving the fall just one more look While listening to the gathering storm And watching clouds begin to form A season filled with joyful celebrations When good-will truly seems to abound A time of buoyant thanks and jubilation Nodding, I pull my blankets close around Reflecting, winter surely wears a crown For Carol's contest