Winter winds whistle with howling fierceness,

Birds and other creatures cower in the cold,

Swirling snow settles on the earth’s cold breast

While squirrels go hunting peanuts buried in their hold.

Mother Nature’s turned against us, she’s brought her fury forth,

It’s not nice to fool with Mother Nature, so she’s evening the score…

With a rare early Nor Easter, blanketing a handfull of states,

To close out October and open winters gates.

 

With long swords of ice now hung from our eaves,

Breath frozen in exhale, a nose wiped on a sleeve.

Jack Frost painted masterpieces on each windows pane,

In ice crystal’d lace patterns with no two the same.

Rosy cheeks and red ears, frozen fingers and toes,

And from our snow angels, powdered snow on our clothes.

Snow forts and igloos, and fun snowball fights,

And snow drifts like Tsunami’ in waves of great height.

Marshmallow’d hot chocolate,  cozy’d up by a fire,

Singing Christmas selections in church with the choir.

Shoveling and sledding, and skiing down slopes,

Are just some fascinations for this winters hope.