Winter is often feared and so
See Pickerel Pond’s nearly
Snowflakes puffed cotton balls
block window screens
Winds whistle as squeal sounds
filter remaining leaves
Ice reports say “Safe to Skate” but
Listen as late December snow tempts
children to search hills to sled
Slugging through snow mounds of
Children love the mounds and climb
to see if the top is stable
Shout as feet sink and icy legs crush
Shouts and anticipation promise
While perimeters squeeze
Will it end soon? How deep will it
bury dreams and hopes
A Christmas Soujourn
By David Chersonsky
During Christmas time,
We walk outside
We get out, in the snow
And take a good look about,
Enjoying the wonders of all His Creation.
We watch and we wander,
Along this cold path.
We take one step forward each moment in time.
Taking our pause
We cast about
For some such Creation
Or creative creatures to be revealed.
We continue to look to the gray sky,
The question evermore: “Why?”
In time we are given
More strength to endure
The hard climb ahead.
Searching for Beauty and Grace,
We oft end up despairing
But, if we take the time,
Many times we can find,
Small joys in the creatures we spy along our way-
We see a tiny red squirrel furtively climbing a pine tree laden with snow,
We see a gray squirrel skittering through golden oak leaves, furiously digging, searching for its hidden acorns,
We see a quick chipmunk dashing about,
We see a great marmot hidden in a cleft within the mountainside
And we chuckle at our Creator’s sense of sly humor.