Oh, these white winter walks exhilarate
As does the crisp frost tipped air
Blown 'cross the mountain tops and vales
Light as a butterfly-snow flakes so fair;
'Tis the whitest of white times
Heralding in all the holidays best
Celebration 'cross the countryside and nearby vales
Pass the most perilous of slippery road test;
Out upon the sod-a snowman or two
With building of snowcastles supreme
Oh, those white winter walks encite exuberance
Hence giving credence to my white winter dream;
As glorious winter makes her snowy bed
And the invigorating air chills to the bone
I am ever thankfu for this white winter world
And for all of the past winters i have known;
Susan Lacovara, just now reading this! Thank you so very much for your very kind words! You are so appreciated!
As we prepare to slide into another New York winter, thank you for reminding me of the beauty of the season. Sometimes, now, easy to forget how lovely it can be, when aching bones have aged and slowed the anticipation, to a crawl. Your write, like a Currier and Ives card...picturesque. PEACE
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