Awoke to white,
what a delight,
the first snow holds us enthralled!
The season’s promise,
is there upon us,
as we prepare for a long winter’s nap.
First comes the fire,
an evening’s desire,
in a woodstove stoked with aromatic wood.
Then comes the cheering,
celebrations endearing,
as friends surround us with glee.
Amidst the swirling,
of flakes now whirling,
I see the ecstasies of days to come.
Copyright 2011, John Paul Mueller