Winter
Although the snow falling from the darkened night sky
looks beautiful and peaceful,
I cannot help but dread the effort it will require
to shovel the collective accumulation from my driveway
in the morning.
Although the ice covered tree branches
look spectacular, glistening under the light
from a winter’s full moon,
I cannot help but worry that we may loose
power soon as the result of a
fallen branch on an electrical wire.
Although I sit comfortably,
sipping hot cocoa in front of an
amazingly warm and sparkling fire,
I cannot help but contemplate how
much longer I have before I must
venture outside in the bitter cold to
replenish my supply of logs to fuel it.
Although I smile while looking forward
to frolicking in the snow with my kids tomorrow morning;
making snow angels, snowmen and other snow creatures,
I cannot help but worry about the
forfeited spring break to make up for
all the school snow days this winter has created.
Although I love the winter;
her beauty; her freshness;
her white purity; her calming fury;
her peaceful ways; her glorious sparkle;
I cannot help but dream of the
summer sun and warm beaches
that are but yet a few months away.
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