Ah, the joy that we savor
when snowflakes gaily gather
to share a taste of winter
with every waiting child
no matter what their age.
Seasoned perfectly this year
the nip is in the air;
in correlation with the mercury’s descent.
Isn’t that the way it’s meant to be?
Scraping ice and shoveling walks,
no more than inconvenience
when considered in perspective
of eyes aglow with dreams
The top hat on the closet shelf
is fairly dancing with delight,
ready to share the magic
that will turn a solemn snowman
into a lively Fred Astaire.
Tree limbs are laced with frosty ice,
the meadow’s wearing fleece
of white and
the kitchen’s wafting cinnamon
makes this a savory winter’s night.