In case we still had doubts as to whether winter was really here,
last night and this morning cleared up any lingering confusion😅💓!
The crunch of leaves beneath our feet are blanketed with snow
As all along the silent street our muffled footsteps go
Where, fast asleep beneath a starred duvet of eiderdown
Earth looks like a vintage postcard of countryside and town
…where good old days and good old ways suddenly reappear
In tea kettles and hearths ablaze with home-sweet, home-spun cheer
…while every rooftop, post and plume are swaddled in a muff
That tumbles from a lofty loom threaded with frosty fluff
While every nose turns rosy-red while the whole world turns white
And earth becomes a featherbed much to each child’s delight
…where they, as happy as can be with eyes and cheeks aglow
Stir us to recall tenderly, childhoods of long ago
As shouts of joy and starry gaze for winter’s first snow fall
Suddenly make these ‘modern days’ not seem modern at all
Rekindling good, old-fashioned mirth as we walk hand in hand
Through snowflakes transforming the earth to winter’s wonderland
Where the first flurry of the year regardless of its chill
Wakens in us the warmth and cheer of old fashioned good will
...and good, old-fashioned thankfulness for good, old-fashioned joys
Of good old-fashioned happiness of winter's girls and boys
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!