The Listening Season

At this time when snow is glistenin'
'Tis the Season meant for listenin'
Powdered snow speaks oh so gently,
"Time is fleeting, heed intently."

"Don your skates or downhill skis,
Let shouts and laughter fill the breeze.
Snowmen, forts and happy tasks,
That's all the thanks we'll ever ask."

In floating clouds, each small snowflake
Calls our senses to 'Awake!',
They brush us with their icy toes,
Brightening lashes, cheeks and nose.

"We'll spread a blanket soft and white,
A comfort quilt of bright moonlight,
And when the sun says, 'time to play!'
Give us snow angels every day."
Edie Batstone