Let's run
and skip
and laugh
through the snowfields
on this frosty Saturday.
Will you be there?
I hope so.
I'm pretty sure I owe you
a snowball
to the back of the head.

I didn't mean it that way!

Just chill out;
be more like those icicles
dangling off the branches
of the trees like jolly fools.
They have no place to be,
Why should we?

There's a stillness to winter;
it's as if the earth
is taking a nap
and is letting us be the life,
to color the landscape
with our mirth.

So come on!
We can be more vivacious
than the verdant summers.
Just take my hand
and we'll be off
to frolic
and sing.

And soon,
before it all melts away.

12/19/2009

Author's Note: A little celebration.

Posted on 12/21/2009
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