A Love For Winter

photo of woman wearing knitted sweater
Photo by Anastasiya Gepp on Pexels.com

I can’t wait for this!

A Love For Winter

The wind howls fierce, a frozen bite,
The world outside, a canvas white.
Snow piles high, a drifted dream,
But inside, warmth, a cozy gleam.

The furnace hums a steady tune,
A counterpoint to winter’s moon.
I stir the pot, a savory scent,
A comfort that is heaven-sent.

My little ones, with rosy cheeks,
Sip steaming cocoa, soft and meek.
They build a fort of blankets grand,
A kingdom in this winter land.

I mend a tear, I read a book,
A gentle, loving, mother’s look.
Their laughter rings, a joyful sound,
The warmest feeling can be found.

Outside, the storm may rage and roar,
But love has locked our cozy door.
These precious moments, close and deep,
Are treasures that my heart will keep.

For in the giving, in the care,
A love so strong beyond compare,
I find a warmth that burns so bright,
A mother’s love, a guiding light.

The snow may fall, the winds may blow,
But in this heart, a fire will glow.
For family’s love, a precious art,
Keeps winter’s chill far from my heart.

More Works by Nancy Ann Creed

I Hate the Heat

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

The sun beats down like a hammer,
The air is thick and still.
I wish I could escape to winter,
Where the snow is cold and chill.

I long for the feeling of frost,
The crunch of snow beneath my feet.
I want to wrap myself in layers,
And stay warm and cozy all week.

But instead I’m stuck in this heat,
Boiling like a frog in a pot.
I can’t wait for winter to come,
And bring some relief at last.

Until then, I’ll just have to try
To stay cool and hydrated.
And dream of the day when I can
Finally escape this heat.

SNOW

snowy pathway surrounded by bare tree
Photo by freestocks.org on Pexels.com
The cold crisp sound,
It echoes as I step. 
 
Crunch crunch. 
 
The cold hits my nose, 
As my eyes sting as the wind blows. 
 
Crunch crunch.
 
It reflects the light,
And shines so bright. 
 
Crunch Crunch. 
 
The white is all I see. 
The wind is all I feel. 
 
Crunch Crunch. 
 
The smell of hot chocolate in the air.
The warmth of the blanket I long for. 
 
Crunch Crunch. 
 
I'm almost home.