(Hold on to this for six month friends in the southern hemisphere)
Morning has woken, like the first morning,
Icicles broken, sparkle and shine.
Bulbs’ deep creation, bears’ hibernation –
Pauses our rushing, blesses our time.
Sweet the snow’s new fall, under Orion,
laughter with snowball, angels spread wide,
Praise for the waiting for hidden wonder.
Praise for compassion to shelter inside.
Mine is the firelight of friendship treasured,
mine is the pleasure of book read, phone call.
Praise for the welcome to every cold one,
Praise for the welcome, God’s children all.
Gifts in Open Hands 
you make want to like winter! Thank you, I needed this as I look out at a snowy landscape that will have some melting today but back to frigid temps tomorrow!
I believe that is why I wrote autumn and summer versions (the original is spring) years before this one! thank you.
brilliantly creative. thank you for sharing.
Goodness! thanks so much.
Lovely poem!
But it’s still cold.
Winter ain’t fun.
😅
I have it on the best authority that some people love it!
Thank you, I love this, especially after a snow storm this weekend. Blessings, Kathy
Thank you so very much.
Dear Maren, Absolutely wonderful! As read it, my mind and heart sung it. Blessings of Peace, Patricia Wood Mountain Neighbors Helping NeighborsDirector and Spiritual Care CoordinatorWebsite: mnhn95033.orgmnhn95033@gmail.com408-353-4565
So very delightful to hear from you. Many blessings surround the work you do.
Lovely! Maren…well done
Thank you.
Helps us upside down people feel part of your different winter!
Thanks for being open-minded. I knew I was treading on thin … gum tree.
Very beautiful. Thank you for this.
You are very welcome.