Winter's Wonderland

Yesterday was a see-saw of flurries and sunny breaks all day long...

When winter wends her way to earth from regions far above

She decks the drab and ragged girth of hollow, hill and grove

And now the landscape beams once more; its robe of diamond-gem

Transforming nature’s stricken shore to glorious diadem

The laughter of each boy and girl is wafted on the wings

Of argent angel-canticle and Christmas whisperings

Up, up we look into the swirling, twirling filigree

And suddenly we too are whirling on earth’s starry sea

Softly she spreads her dazzling quilt across the country-side

Where green and gold of summer spilled before its evening-tide

Now we don hats and mittens; take our loved ones by the hand

As we all become children in a winter-wonderland

© Janet Martin

Why is it? Asked Matt yesterday after returning from scraping the ice off of the truck windows, ‘why is it that in the summer all we think about is the good things of winter?’

I told him my dad would say it’s the same reason we can look back to ‘the good old days’. We have a way of forgetting the unpleasantness.