We’ve made it through the first week of the new year. So far, so good. I find not having made any resolutions, makes them so much easier to keep. If you made any, I hope you’re having good luck sticking to them. I’ve managed to keep my focus on trying and hope, and I have to admit it’s made for a mostly positive week. Even though the temperatures took a nose dive here in the northeast and I finally had to put on my winter coat for the first time this season, it inspired the first poem of the year, so it’s all good. I’d love to hear what you think of it!
Winter Has Come
It’s been winter for weeks
but the cold dawdled behind.
We didn’t scold it to hurry
or grab its hand to pull it along
like a misbehaving child.
It wouldn’t have worked in any case.
Mother Nature tends to spoil her children;
she lets them run wild and free as they will.
So the cold has come;
no doubt snow will follow soon.
We will don our heavy coats,
our hats and gloves,
our scarves and boots;
embraced by artificial warmth,
we will trudge through the cold
and battle winter foes;
we have no other choice.
Warmth would never be so sweet
if we never knew the cold.
Spring always comes along;
its sunshine and flowers flinging hope
like arpeggios dance on piano keys.
We warm ourselves by winter fires,
and I will sing its song.
~Elise Skidmore ©2016