It's Winter Time

My previous plans for today got postponed till Friday,

opening up a Window of Time to soak in the season🙏💖

Eccles.3:1

To every thing there is a season, 

and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

It’s winter, time to marvel without Duty’s pressing Must

Time to linger in garden-catalogues and stir dream-dust...

Time to look at the birds and hear the words Jesus decreed

Do not worry, because your Heavenly Father knows Your need...

It hard to tear myself away from the window these days

The finch feeding frenzy is quite phenomenal!!

How many can you find in the photo below?

I counted 24! and there were many more not on the photo!

It’s winter, time to wander in the snow-embellished wood...

Time to enjoy the fruit of harvest-toil with gratitude...

Time to trade work shoes for slippers and pad about the house

As sweet and simply happy as a little country mouse...

It’s winter, time to marvel without Duty’s pressing Must

Time to linger in garden-catalogues and stir dream-dust

Time to travel the world through books to destinies afar

And, with each turn of page forget how old we really are

Time to look at the birds and hear the words Jesus decreed

Do not worry, because your Heavenly Father knows Your need

It’s winter, time to wander in the snow-embellished wood

Time to enjoy the fruit of harvest-toil with gratitude

Time to trade work shoes for slippers and pad about the house

As sweet and simply happy as a little country mouse

Time to pull child upon the knee and gently rockabye

Before the summer beckons them to spread their wings and fly

It’s winter, time to bundle up when every footstep creaks

When the sharp air pinches and squeeze noses, chins and cheeks

Foolish to challenge Old Man Winter’s churlish howdy-do-o-o-o/wh-o-o-o❄❅❆

So, wear those hats and mittens like your mother told you to

And splurge a bit; indulge in marshmallow-hot-chocolate cheers

All things in moderation keeps us young at heart, my dears

It’s winter, time to dabble in scrabble duels, and win😅

And tell the wind-wolf 'not by the hair on my chinny-chin

May he come in'; and if he tries the chimney he’ll be caught

For I have stoked the fire and it’s very, very hot

A fine place to pull up a chair and talk and talk and talk

And laugh the kind of laughter that is not shushed by the clock

It's winter, time to sip star-sparkles from a frost-dipped mug

And turn, what once was Future/nothing into a warm memory-hug

To pan for winter-gold is such a thrilling escapade

To be content to rejoice in this day the Lord has made

And thank Him for enchantments no other season bestows

Jack Frost's art on the window, fat snowman with carrot nose

It’s winter, time to bake a cake and celebrate Today

And feast on a big slice of what makes lifetimes slip away

Like icicles that dangle from eaves like clear candlesticks

That Sunbeam dares with kisses and that Youngster picks and licks

And Adult says they shouldn’t though we have forgotten why

With so much to remember as the days and years fly by

It’s winter, time to drift across the quiet land on skis

And worship the Creator of white skies, white fields, white trees

And find new ways to wonder at winter splendor, age old

At Masterpiece on Masterpiece only God can unfold

At muffled nooks and crooks and brooks, at firesides and such

Where just like snowflakes, winter’s moments melt beneath our touch…

© Janet Martin

It’s winter, time to dabble in scrabble duels, and win😅

It’s winter, time to bake a cake and celebrate Today

And feast on a big slice of what makes lifetimes slip away...

It’s winter, time to drift across the quiet land on skis

And worship the Creator of white skies, white fields, white trees...

And find new ways to wonder at winter splendor, age old

At Masterpiece on Masterpiece only God can unfold

At muffled nooks

 and crooks

 and brooks,...