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It’s Cold!

It’s Cold!

(A silly little poem about how I feel when winter is at its worst)

I don’t want to get up,
I’m tired and sleepy.
I don’t want to get up,
The clock keeps on beeping!

I want to stay,
And rest my head.
I want to stay,
In my cozy bed.

It’s cold outside,
With the wind and snow!
It’s cold outside,
But I have to go.

The frost is thick,
The morning’s dark.
The frost is thick,
The car won’t start!

I hate to be out.
The weather’s appalling.
I hate to be out,
The temperature’s falling.

I want to stay home,
And read a book.
I want to stay home,
Maybe bake, or cook.

But work, I must,
So I’ll brave the chill.
But work, I must,
To pay the bills.

And when at home,
At the end of the day,
I’ll curl up with my coffee,
And warm, I’ll stay.

(c) Candice Pierce, 2019

photo courtesy of Pixabay.com

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Frozen in Time

Frozen in Time

On the way to my car, I noticed this little piece of nature, frozen in time. A selection of neighbourhood leaves were artfully arranged by the autumn winds, and a night of freezing rain holds them in place. The ice is clear as glass, and tiny whiffs of snow are caught in the little imperfections on the surface. I may be the only one who sees this little scene, or finds it beautiful, but it reminded me again, that there are things to see, if only I look.

Frosty Branches

Frosty Branches

One thing, of which there are few, that makes the long winter bearable, is the rare morning you look out the window to discover your world has been transformed into a white, frosty wonderland. The moisture, from the fog the night before, has clung to every branch, every fence rail, every power line. Then as the temperature plummets, the droplets become hoar frost crystals that sparkle with diamond-like brilliance in the sunshine. All too soon, the warmth of the day causes the scene to disappear, but it’s memory has left again, an appreciation for the beauty of creation.