Winter’s Lullaby

I remember not

When the Aspens stood green and tall

Before the wind muffled their shadows of summer

Before the cold struck them

And the barren promise of winter

preyed upon their naked bodies.

The glow of autumn gold

Now gone

Unmoved by the gentle breeze

That ushers in winter

I have been waiting for what seems like eternity for winter to fold itself over the barren landscape that seems like just yesterday was fruitful and robust.

As the days drag on, without a whisper of snow, I feel trapped in a limbo sort of existence that seems as if it will never end.

I’ve been looking forward to the time of year when hearths are warm and fires are bright. When nature takes it’s turn to rest its weary soul, and I too, take a break from the busyness of summer.

With guests now gone, excited with the promise of cold, I don myself in wool and fleece and pretend old man winter is coming soon. How I long for the days when he shows his fierceness and invites me to also take my pause. I cherish the solitude and welcome it’s embraces. I take my time now and listen for I know the winds and the snow will arrive any day.

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanates from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.’ Robert Louis Stevenso

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