WINTER'S EDGE

since i cannot sleep knowing i have an internet connection available to me, i decided to look for some old poetry i may or may not have already shared with my j-land friends.  since it is fall, and nearing winter, i felt the following poem was appropriate.

Winter’s Edge

The spirit soars when skies are blue and a cool breeze blows in from the east

Soon their breath will be seen on crisp cold air and about heat they will worry the least

Transition from summer to fall is a wonderful time filled with holidays and celebrations

Those of us who live further north know all of the winter weather indications

Rain will abound and days become shorter as winter edges nearer each day

Children wait in the cold morning darkness hoping their yellow carriage is on the way

Many wonder why fall brings a feeling of happiness, hope and good cheer

After all, it tolls the end of life to some of nature, bringing to close a very long year

Maybe it is the long awaited break from summer’s humidity and heat

That makes people so very eager the cool mornings of fall to greet

Soon it will be the end of one year and another will triumphantly appear

The skies will transform from cloudy and dark to cloudless, sunny and clear

So I must say one of the best places to be is there, on winter’s edge

Coming in from the heat, growing cold, then warming to spring, a new start to pledge

(copyright 2006 by Regina)

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