I love this book of poems for children and winter. As it ends, one last tribute to the season I most cherish:
Winter Eyes
Look at winter
With winter eyes,
As smoke curls from rooftops
To clear cobalt skies.
Breathe in winter
Past winter nose;
The sweet scent of black birch
Where velvet moss grows.
Walk through winter
With winter feet
On crackling ice
Or sloshy wet sleet.
Listen to winter
With winter ears:
The rustling of oak leaves
As spring slowly nears.
Winter Lives
The “dead” of winter—
Or so they say.
But winter lives
In her own way.
She leaves her tracks,
She shows us signs:
Not brilliant blooms,
But webs of lines.
Not sprout or splash,
But silver gray.
Winter lives
In her own way.
Good-Bye, Winter
Good-bye, winter.
Farewell.
Adieu.
We’ve really had
Enough of you.
Enough of frozen
Hands and toes.
Of numbing ears
And running nose.
Enough of sniffles,
Snivels, sneezes.
Enough of coughs
And whines and wheezes.
Enough of winter
Winds that sting.
Good-bye, winter.
Hello, spring!
Love it! Are those photographs yours? They're beautiful!Goodbye winter, come on spring!!
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They're mine from last year, Lesley, and I'm in complete withdrawal: on a walk with Henry, he suddenly pulled right out of my hand, and I dropped my camera into the snow. It refuses to work, and I can't buy a new one right now as I have to pay for the damage I caused when I ripped the bottom of my Beetle driving over a snowy pile of ice at the foot of our driveway. Wait, a minute, do I love winter? 😉
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Bummer!!! I hope you can eventually get a new camera. Will you get the same brand/model? What do you have right now? Oh, I can just imagine your anger/frustration when you drove over the ice and damaged your Bug. It's always something, isn't it?
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