Mounts Covered In White

From this glazed window over the wide and bare plain, I contemplate mounts covered in white... breathing the purest air, watching a kite fly in a cloudless sky that yesterday was filled with rain! Do I wish for spring? No, because landscapes attest that winter is also beauty despite cold and snow! Do I feel great sadness? No, because stillness is rest for a weary spirit like mine surviving on a warm glow! Cuddled up in a wool blanket that grandma crocheted on harsh winter nights, I'm munching on warm bread... the kind baked in a break oven so deliciously crunchy; winter stay, let me reminisce those past ones so hasty! For many winter days are dreary, for me it's subtle silence that lasts... allowing more serene thoughts that have a better reflective view! Do I rather see snow than a green meadow gleaming with dew? My answer is yes, because it rushes in another awaited Christmas! From this glazed window over the bare and wide plain, I spot a lonely shallow struggling and feeling much pain; it stayed behind to discover a beautiful season that the others dislike... fly into my palm, small bird and admire those mounts covered in white!