I surely have no love lost for winter.
The freezing days discourage outdoor fun
and leave me some bored and restless children
whose yelling make me yell even louder.
Often, I find myself checking the weather,
hoping the day would bring the warmer sun.
I pray the long nights do not get me undone
while waiting for tulips to flower.
But wasn’t it in December when I
met my love? Wasn’t the ground with new snow
when he and I said our solemn vows?
Wasn’t it winter when our son’s cry
brightened the birthing room? Grateful, I sigh
reliving the joys that make winter glow.