Winter Reverie

A calming covering of snow,
And it’s a quieter, slower world I know.
If I tire of no human company but my own,
It’s harder to relieve time alone.

My genes cry out for warm sun on my face,
But at best a pale glow shines on this frozen place.
So I’m ambivalent about this hibernation,
Of fewer social choices and more consternation.

My mettle and stamina are tested,
Shoveling, slippery shivering walks, but overall I’m more rested.
When nature pauses its onslaught,
Quieter moments to savor as sought.

Mulled cider or wine before the pellet fire,
Relaxed, reading or as the poetic muse inspires.
Nesting in my cozy cottage, canine children cuddling,
Homey habits and hearty cooking, when not huddling.

While I burn my candle at both ends spring through fall,
I’ve made my peace with winter,
For its meditative, sedentary hours, 
That recharge when they call.

M. Renee Taylor
12/1/16
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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