Winter’s white blanket covers frozen land
Sheltering nature’s glory until spring
Arctic-fed winds seem to blow from glaciers
Sleeping quietly, life conceals its zing
Northernmost Great Lakes transform skies to gray
Flying above, geese enjoy winter’s fling
Small ponds reflect from thick, icy mirrors
Pausing all around, boldness waits for spring
Ancient trees appear to wait in repose
Ignoring life’s deep freeze, buds holding out
Nature’s winter rest, preparing for spring
Arriving tonight, snowstorm’s final shout
Never to worry, winter fades away
Coming on schedule, spring colors each day
Originally published January, 2021.
Big Sky Buckeye 
Beautiful imagery! I love how you captured winter’s quiet stillness while reminding us that spring is just waiting to arrive. The line about “nature’s glory” being sheltered is such a comforting perspective on the cold season. Thanks for sharing this peaceful reflection.
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I appreciate you taking time to read this poem. Best of all, your own reflections add a blessed response.
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You’re welcome ❤️✨
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Winter is and can be a beautiful season in spite of the cold weather, for me it reminds me that my sins are red like crimson but God covers them like snow and he remembers them no more
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Amen. Eileen, I appreciate your image of of our sins colored red like crimson. We are blessed to be forgiven by His grace as He uses even the winter snow to cover them forever.
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Lovely – and hopeful! Snowing here today.
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Carole, thank you for reading and sharing these kind words. Given the world we walk in, it doesn’t hurt to add an extra mention of hope. We experienced an early snowstorm for central Ohio a week ago on Monday night. Depending on your location, 3-4 inches of wet and heavy snow accumulated.
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It’s so interesting that, once December and January roll around, folks down here start longing for snow, and telling stories of times it actually occurred. I remember how long winter can be, and how its loveliness disappears in mud season, but I still hope for it. It’s no mistake that people call the deep Christmas Eve snow along the Texas coast in 2004 the Christmas Miracle!
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Linda, thanks for reading and sharing these reflections. It seems that nearly everyone has a different and unique perspective about their winter memories. I remember when you shared the 2004 Christmas Miracle . . . amazing!
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So beautiful! I love the photo of the little house in the snow with the ‘ancient woods’. It goes perfectly with the poem! I loved this post!
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Linda, thank you for sharing these reflections. I agree with love for the photo at the beginning of the post. It probably takes myself back to the mountains of my native state of Montana. Living in the Columbus area, we seldom experience the lake effect snow of Lake Erie.
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