I love the snow. While autumn may be my favorite season, winter is a close second. To me, winter is thick sweaters, walks in the snow, catching snowflakes on my tongue, watching the snow catch the light under street lamps. It is drinking hot tea, sitting by the window, listening to the quiet that only comes during snow.

Winter means snuggling under down blankets, resting cozy inside while the night sky softly glows with snow filled clouds, and seeing my breath outside.

This year winter is slow. We've enjoyed warm weather into December, but I am ready for snow. Real snow, the kind of snow that piles up outside covering the grass within minutes. Snow that you dread shoveling, but love to walk through in high snow boots. Snow that makes you bundle up to go outside, laugh at your cold nose, eager to come inside to warmth and hot chocolate.

Christmas is almost here and we've had one small, short, pathetic snowstorm. Friends in other parts of the country say winter is late where they live as well. Let it snow!

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


Barbara said…
Beautiful friend. I feel excatly the same way. I long for a perfect window seat with an amazing cup of tea and snow whirling down from the sky. It was 63 here yesterday.