This morning the world is wild and wooly!!
Today dawn does not slip her feet into slippers, soft-misted gold
She roars across the eastern ridge and shakes a snowflake-frenzied wold
And bids us bundle up to brave her biting notoriety
Or keep home-sweet-home fires stoked, and kettles readied to pour tea
This morning mettle meets with might of swirling, seething, white-star storm
It seems the east released a wild beast of fury in finest form
She seizes tree-tops, eaves and sashes, shaking earth with howling rage
While blazing trails of sweet nostalgia through the smiles/isles of middle-age
Gone is the crystal gallery showcasing Jack Frost’s feather-strokes
Where we all stood agog and gazed with amazed hearts caught in our throats
Now parkas, mitts, scarves, hats and boots put on their puffy fashion-show
As bundled ‘models’ trundle, shovel, forge their way through drifts of snow
Good Morning, Old Man Winter, making your boreal presence known
As cold and cozy duel in a boxing ring of skin and bone
As we become more thankful for the four walls, we call home sweet home
And cherish joys like buttered toast, a cup of tea, a winter poem
© Janet Martin
Is it tomorrow now? asked little Girl
Yes! I said. It is yesterday's tomorrow!
Yesterday seemed to her to be full of promises of what is happening 'tomorrow'.
such as, on Friday we always have a popcorn party,
and today is extra special because if the weather allows two little girls
soon joining the childcare routine, are coming for a visit!
As much as we are able let us remember to be glad and rejoice
in this day the Lord has made.
Ps.118:24
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