Winter quarters, home.
Such as a squirrel’s Drey nest
both warm and cosy
BETTER DAYS TOMORROW
The sun is bright but the wind is cold.
Fine when I was young but now I’m growing old.
The weather chills me to the bone
And as I sit at home alone
I snuggle warm close to the fire
A cat purring like a feline choir.
I place sacrificial logs with care,
To burn with blue smoke and their heat to share
With all the empty corners of my dwelling.
What Joy! I hear a church bell knelling
] the death of winter. Jack Frost be gone.
And take your flaky friends.
Just step aside, make clear the way,
Spring would like to have her say.
Plants are stirring in the ground.
Soon I’ll see my garden crowned
With Snowdrops white and pure
Only then will I be sure
That spring will be here soon
And summer’s heated days of June.
When the sun makes it too warm to bask
There’s a question I’ll no doubt ask
Jack Frost where did you go?
I know this might sound quite bold
But deep down I prefer the cold.
Even if the cold winds blow
Winter’s snow is one great show.
You can’t hear snowflakes when they fall
They arrive in silence to cover all
To hide the ugly sites we make
And all the features which are fake.
Like diamonds scattered everywhere
Crystal beauty free to share
With all of those with eyes to see
One does not ask how this can be.
Nature’s majesty and splendor
Behind each season’s door.
Cold, hot warm and even wet:
Each day I wake gets better yet.