It was a morning to stay snug in Bed, and when I finally emerged From under my cocoon of Covers, I stayed in my Pajamas and my old blue robe. I lit the fireplace, and now I'm Absorbing the warmth. While I sip my coffee from a Winter mug I focus on the Flickering flames. Why is a fire so mesmerizing? It's a closed school day, A canceled Bible study day, A glad I'm not in Florida day. It's not just the school kids who Cheer when it's a snow day. It's an oldster like me who needs a Good excuse to indulge myself, To linger a bit longer by the Fire while I finish my cup of Joe, and extol the quiet beauty of Snow. |
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The weather lady nailed it.
During the night the temperature Plunged, the rain turned to Snow and the howling wind Awoke me. I pulled the covers up to my Chin and slept in, so thankful I Had no need to go outside. I'm cuddled up now in my toasty Pink coverup that a sweet friend Sent to me for Christmas. I'm comfy in my recliner listening to Carols and watching the snow swirl Outside my window piling up in White powdery drifts. It's a blowing snow day, A reading a book kind of day, A day to be grateful that I can Hunker down in my warm cozy Home.
I awoke to the sound of rain
Pounding the ground. I had expected it since the Forecast said, "100% chance." I was glad I didn't need to hop out Of bed. Cocooned inside my blankets I Savored the rhythm, a Rhapsody of sorts. I listened. I lingered. Later I would need to go Shopping, and rain would be A Pain. But snuggled under the covers the Pelting sound soothed me, Wooed me, Begging me to stay in bed just A bit longer.
I'm glad my cozy chair is by my window so
I can look out at the snowscape. The storm has been on the radar for Days, and now it's over. The sun, shining on the white Blanket causes it to sparkle like a Glittery scene on a Christmas card. I see two men clearing my neighbor's Sidewalk, the advantage of living in A condo. I've already had my snow "fix" this Year. I'm ready for spring. I suspect the shovelers are as well. When they get to my place I grab Blueberry muffins from my freezer. I warm them up to reward them for Their work. Alas! I'm too late. When the muffins are finished, the men Are finished as well. They've departed in their trusty truck. But I find a solution. I take one of the treats to my neighbor who Is recovering from an illness. And I sit by the fire, sipping my coffee, Eating and enjoying the other.
The rain is relentless.
But a wet dreary New Year's Day is a Good time to begin putting away the Decorations that I so carefully Arranged just weeks ago. The task is always a bit of a Let down. It's hard to get motivated. I procrastinate. But it helps to light a candle and to Listen to the music Alexa selects for Me, no longer carols but hopeful Songs like, "Great Is Thy Faithfulness." Once I begin my chore I gain momentum, And after a brief break to write and post a Poem, I'll begin again. The alarm woke me this morning, but
I turned it off. It was raining and I was snug under my Blankets. The thumping on the roof soothed me and I burrowed deeper into my bed. I felt a bit sorry for my family and Friends who were already on their Way to work, but not too sorry. For I was once like them, driving to School when it was still dark in all Kinds of inclement weather. I had paid my dues. And now I didn't feel guilty. I just felt gratitude that on a rainy fall Day I could linger longer under my Warm covers feeling cozy and content. I had no need to get dressed and No place to go. |
Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
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