The New Year Is
A fresh venture;
White snow-clad earth and downhill sleighing;
A snow couple graces the yard; twig-hand in twig-hand,
They watch the world pass by.
Winter’s flesh-cutting bite is, healed by hot cocoa with ginger and Cinnamon;
It’s scent permeating the house.
Digging out will not happen today;
Everyone’s got a vacation.
I do love snow days, especially ones when
Sun stops by to remove the snow for me.
January paints her annual landscapes in colors of jubilant laughter;
it doesn’t dull her pride to teach us that,
There’s a time for work and play.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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