Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Winter Magic

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.
Linds Garner

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