The Gift of Winter

Warm is the gift of winter.

Absence of makes the heart grow fonder.

I pull my coat a little closer.

The wind is my lover as of late.

Sometimes she cries jeweled snowflake tears,

each one unique.

Sometimes she'll shelter me from the breeze,

let me see a bit more clearly in the morning.

Everything can see so bright on dark days.

I tend to look down while I'm walking.

A heavy heart shared,

warm coffee prepared.

Sometimes appreciation is the gift of winter.

The old passes away to new

and the looking back window shows

what I missed while I was there.

Maybe things just look different as you're

going by..

Winter may yet be the gods gift to men

lest we forget, the goodness of spring, and thoughts of things to come.

So while the weather's colder,

cherish those little moments of warmth.

Hug a little stronger

hold your love a little longer

for these are the gifts

of winter.