December blows in all wild and wintry
possibly reminding us how nice it can be
to
snuggle
last night, winter wonderland
this morning… the sun,
everything glistens
outside interesting lumps and bumps
and heaps of snow
mysterious works of art, of things
left unattended
sat in the queue of good intentions
of getting to the storing away
for a season
this morning, shoulders ache having borne the weight
of heavy wet snow and a shovel
grateful still, that I am
able
and for a loving husband who takes on
most
of the heavy lifting
as happens when the snow arrives
memories of our lovely neighbours gone now
but not forgotten
supposing I don’t so much miss the extra labour,
but the kind deeds
our Ted barks when he hears a voice across the street
expecting a friendly face
but it’s not the same
in the garden I notice my dear dogwood
bowed low to the ground
also bearing a great weight
pause here for a few words with the gods
or goddesses
or the mother of nature
that this one survives such a piling on
strong enough to bend
and all that
today appears to be
THE
most beautiful day
and so I tell it that
expanding a grateful heart
while taking in a deep inhale of
fresh
ness
and thinking of you, I say
please allow yourself at least a minute today
to be eight again
to marvel at the great mounds of snow
and all the delight this holds
except of course if it were me
at eight, I’d already be done with this stuff
frozen toes and all
still, might you find a way to be grateful
for the beauty it contains
and feed the birds ♥
