Ode to Winter
The blustery winds cast a chill upon the air.
The outdoor chimes ring as our house shakes with each push and pull.
It’s cold outside;
Too cold to explore, to be present without some protection
We’re stuck inside, safe from the elements, yet trapped by Mother Nature’s fervor.
The fireplace stays empty.
Flames of warmth not allowed to go up the chimney
Allowing the cold air to creep in through crevices in the foundation.
The sights through windows, though lovely with their crystalline structures
And glistening reflections remain aloof and distant.
The only comforts are the warmth of each other,
The fleece lined clothing, the closeness of the flannel blankets pressed against our bodies,
And the thoughts of better days ahead.
It is wintertime.
