Winter Memory

I sing the coming of winter's cold From the north, the harsh winds blow The spreading drifts of pure white snow And stories true, or so I'm told, Of courting days when old folks young Went sleighing bundled for chilly eve While sharing thoughts they long believed, Singing songs they wanted to be sung. The wonder of snowflakes falling fast With icicles growing on bush and bough And not neglecting the icy eyebrow Soon brings eve's cuddling warm at last. Then quickly home to share the place Where crackling logs accept their fate Where lips are warmed with the chocolate And memories are made with love and lace. Written February 15, 2021 for Open Poetry 2 Contest Sponsored by Charlotte Puddifoot HONORABLE MENTION "Winter Blue 7" Poetry Contest All Poetry - November 24, 2021