Winter's Majesty
The season of Winter is the coldest by far,
As I gaze this night upon the Northern star.
Most people do not realize that our Mother is sleeping,
As into the next season they are excitedly leaping.
We should take a few moments to admire our Mother's Winter cloak,
While gazing into the fireplace - its embers we do stoke.
Our Mother delicately spreads crystals upon the purest ice,
The scenery she paints for us is valued beyond any price.
Winter is the time we get relaxation and much needed rest,
So for the ones we Love and Cherish we can do our very best.
Take some time and play in the fresh fallen snow,
Thanking our Mother for this season and basking in Her glow.
Copyright © Tamara M. Kohlstaedt | Year Posted 2016
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