This is the hour
Of frozen duress
Waiting for summer
Like a boy for recess
This is the hour
Of frost-gilded limb
Where noon is the whisper
Of day growing dim
This is the hour
Of popcorn and such
Of fire-place gatherings
Instead of the porch
This is the hour
A gardener recollects
The glow of a flower
That spring resurrects
This is the hour
Of mug-warmed finger-tips
Of rosy-cheeked children
Kissed by winter’s lips
This is the hour
Where summer hearts wait
Until spring’s jeweled bower
Closes winter’s gate
Janet~
Beautiful! I loved all the imagery you offered, so touching, warm and endearing!
ReplyDeleteI love this poem Janet ~ such a beautiful description of winter ~ and how our minds wander toward warmer months...
ReplyDelete"The color of springtime is in the flowers, the color of winter is in the imagination." ~Terri Guillemets
Have a great day!
Thank-you Ella and Megan,
ReplyDeleteMegan, another heart-warming quote.
Thank-you!