There’s nothing like the stillness of a quiet winter day
When nature’s temper tantrum has blown itself away,
And all that’s left of anger is the frosty winter air
With icy white reminders painted everywhere.
Just yesterday my forest friends stood shivering in the cold
Their spindly arms stark naked; their noble trunks stood bold.
Today those same bare twigs are plump with winter’s finest lace
Sparkling in the winter sun, who shyly shows her face.
Each forest lady wears a crown of diamonds and pearls
Each royal beauty nods and winks at other stately girls.
There’s a special kind of quiet when the earth is robed in white.
Peace whispers to us softly as we marvel at the sight.
A thoughtful kind of silence fills our thoughts with gentle things.
We listen for the clarity that mother nature brings..
It’s a time for winter solitude and for sweet memory,
A perfect time for pondering and for simplicity.
A winter bird chirps softly, a cheerful winter song
I feel a kind of winter calm; a winter kind of strong.
The voice of winter magic whispers winter’s softest sounds
When all the the forest ladies put on their royal gowns.