A thin layer of ice
Covered the ground
A few inches of snow
Covered the ice –
Below-freezing temperatures
Caused a full-stop –
Sitting quietly inside
Wrapped in a soft blanket
Purring cat on my lap
I did nothing productive –
Only sat – watching
As the birds hopped
From trees to feeders
To snow-covered ground
Then back into the trees-
Except for this one crimson cardinal-
He perched on the feeder
A little bit longer-
I’d like to think
It was just for me
Tag: snow
Snow Travelers
A cold morning mystery
Footprints in the snow –
Perfect indentations of tiny talons
Two by two by two
Hopping a playful path
With no apparent beginning or ending-
Perhaps they flew in from
The nearby row of Loblollies-
A frequent layover for traveling
Families of cardinals, doves, and finches-
A peaceful place to refuel and rest
If only for a season-
A cold morning mystery
Footprints in the snow
Though not a mystery
Requiring a Holmes-like sleuth
One that created curiosity and smiles
Still Waiting
Early to bed
Awake at midnight
Is it snowing yet?
Sleepy feet wander
A drink of water
Back to bed
A few more winks
Awake again-another
Curious glance outside –
Still no snow-
Not a restless child sent back to bed
No, the magic of childlike anticipation
Finding its way into this heart –
Years removed from childhood
Yet, staring into the night
Waiting-feeling the joy
Carried by the snowfall
Long before it arrives
Magic
I love the way it stops
Us in our tracks
Forces everything to
Slow down-even time
At least, that’s how it feels –
Pausing while walking
Past a window
Watching as it gracefully
Flutters to the ground-
Slowly trapesing outside
Feet sinking under
A white, fluffy blanket-
Not only are we forced
To slow down, but
Also magically transported-
Allowing me to see the world
Through the eyes of a child
One moment, my childhood memories
Soon followed by those of my children
Until returning to the present
Where I watch
As my granddaughter steps
For the first time
Into the magic of a snowy day
Gray Skies
One carries weight
While another
Carries wonder
The difference
Difficult to spot
Until all that’s been
Held tight is released-
The latter leaves me
Feeling like a child
Watching as each
Intricate
Individually
Designed
Ice crystal
Softens and joins
With the others
Floating gently
To the ground
Covering
Each rooftop
Each blade of grass
Each heavy heart
With a blanket of hope
Encouraging
A curious smile
A whispered prayer
A new beginning
Winter Visit
Snowflakes
Circling
Round and round
Falling toward
Frozen grass
Too cold out
For human hands
Tiny birds
Swooping
Up and down
Trees to feeder
Feeder to ground
Feathers puffed
White bellies shining
In contrast with
Gray skies
Gray bark
All but one…
Its red feathers
Radiant against
The wintry scene
Its red crest
Held high thru
The winter storm
The temperature in my little corner of Oklahoma today is a whopping 5 degrees. The windchill is -16. Winds are howling, and snow is blowing. But the birds still flit in the backyard. Our feeders are full, thanks to my sweetie. 💙❄️🌬
The Invitation
The snow fell
Light and fluffy
Gusty winds
Caused confusion
As to how much
But the snow fell
White and bright
On the ground
It called my name
In the morning
Here I am!
It called again
At mid-day
Still waiting!
It tried one more time
Daylight is fading
You’d better hurry–
Cautious steps
Bended knees
Body outstretched
On the ground
Giggling like a child
Answering the invitation
To be wrapped up
In a moment
Of pure joy
The snow finally came. And yes, I made my snow angel. Gone are the days of playing in the snow until our hands and feet are frozen. These days, I enjoy its beauty from the warm inside. But I could not let this snow pass without making that snow angel. I’m so glad I listened to my heart. And that my husband was there to help me up off the ground!
Waiting for Snow
White sky
Whooshing wind
Bare trees
I sit inside
And wait
Certain I’m not
The only one
Waiting…
For the scene
To turn upside down
Or is it right-side up?
Waiting…
For the white sky
To release its weight
And fall, fall, fall
To the ground below
Welcoming the waiting
Into its cold
Yet, joyful
Embrace
Begging us
To stay and play
Until…
Our toes are cold
Hands are frozen
Cheeks are rosy
Until…
The warmth
Beckons us
Back inside
Until…
Our cold toes
Frozen hands
Rosy cheeks
Thaw from the outside in
Or is it from the inside out?
Snow Angels
Certain winter scenes
Always bring a smile
Whether adult or child
Experienced or novice
A sweet innocence
Emanates from faces
As they lie down
On their backs
In fresh, fluffy white snow
Fluttering their wings
Up and down
Up and down
Before standing up
To view the temporary
Angel portraits left behind
At least, 0ur earthly imaginations
Of what angels look like-
Magnificent creatures
We do not understand
Yet, believe they are sent
At certain times
To protect us
That, I have experienced
Though I haven’t seen one
I have also never
Made a snow angel
Maybe one day soon…
We are under a winter storm warning here in the middle of Oklahoma. Sleet? Freezing rain? Will we actually get snow? Our current projection is seven inches of snow. As for any snow angels, stay tuned. 😉
Read my story of protection here. Thankful
Simply Sunday
With Hope
I stare into the dancing flames
Reds, yellows, oranges
Rising from the dry wood
Shifting on the ground
Fanning the playful flames
I warm my cold hands
Not too close-flames that warm
May also burn
Extinguishing the dying flames-
Water mixing with fire
I stare at the rising steam
The blackened wood
Leaving behind the cold
Leaving behind my worries
I walk with hope
Into the light of a new day
Renewal
I watch you
Intricately
Designed
Miniature
Works of art
No one like
The other
Dancing
Across the sky
Making your way
To the ground
To a tree branch
To the tip of my nose
I watch you
Eagerly wishing
Your numbers
Would grow
And blanket the earth
In hopeful renewal
Fall, little snowflakes, fall
The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. John 1:5
Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see. Hebrews 11:1
Piano Girl 