For Old Man Winter's Shining Hour

 I found the above old book a few months ago, 

a chapter for each month written by a woman (after my own heart) in Connecticut...

but very relatable in Canada as well!

Weather certainly has come in capital letters this week!

Hubby is in Winnipeg with a brand new truck and frozen fuel!

Fellow, famous for your grit

For our love or hate of it

You don’t seem to mind a bit

Owning center stage

Seething in each crease and crook

Stirring love for tea and book

Making home the sweetest nook

While your tempers rage

While you tweak cheeks, nose and toes

While you shake Nature’s repose

While you make yourself at home

Right outside each door

Tumbling, rumbling, reeling g-r-r-r

Big, burly, breath-stealing b-r-r-r

Sparkling stillness, starred silver

Want and wonder war

Season of quilted desires

Frozen water-pipes, home-fires

Icicles like crystal spires

Fringe each rooftop’s edge

Where earth’s frozen floorboards creak

Where our hasty footsteps squeak

Where the birdie fills its beak

With God’s seeded pledge

Shovels, skates, skis and snow-shoes

Landscapes draped in hoary hues

Vantage filled with varied views

Of you, foe or friend

Old Man Winter, shine your hour

Flaunt your frigid super-pow’r

For with each day you devour

You hasten your end

While you leap with cold, bold stride

Fling your fortune far and wide

We smile at your foolish pride

Knowing one sure thing

With each flurry that you flail

With each fierce frost bitten gale

Slowly, surely you unveil

Earth’s rebirth, sweet spring

© Janet Martin