Snowbound!

We are in the thick of a blizzard! 

Stay safe and warm!

Now is the hour of reprieve

When every sprig becomes a sheave

Bent with a brumal burst of stars

When featherdown bedecks earth’s bars

As each snow-swaddled house and yard

Composes a vintage post-card

And every home becomes more sweet

When gales go howling down the street

And happiness is safe and sound

When we are cozy and snowbound

When window-frames are works of art

That only winter can impart

When mugs of steaming luxury

Are like hugs of coffee and tea

When nothing presses to be toiled

When we are awe and wonder spoiled

As nature brushes slopes awry

And swirls the scope of land and sky

With wild beauty, while tempests hound

And rile plans with two words; snowbound

Now books are like frigates unfurled

From fireside nooks, across the world

Because, ink snared in verbal font

Can take us anywhere we want

Like travelers who need no fare

To reserve a room or a chair

Clad in comfy flannel and fleece

As we are filled with joy and peace

While wild winds wail, pummel and pound

The storm-tossed seas we sail; snowbound

Soup pots simmer with five-star meals

Thankfulness bows our heads and feels

A hymn no words can capture, quite

As worlds are blurred with white on white

As we pray for the brave who bear

The elements, for creature care

While we are safe and sound and glad

For woodpiles heaped, feet slipper-clad

While winter wonderlands confound

We who are home-sweet-home-snowbound

Now is the hour of content

How swift the gift of came-and-went

Of so-it-goes, this-too-shall-pass

While we peer through snow-swaddled glass

To watch the birds and then recall

‘God sees the little sparrow fall’

Then to let smiles and laughter cheer

The solace of sweet home so dear

While we are snug and safe and sound

In hours of reprieve, snowbound

© Janet Martin

The First Christmas Morn