Hearken

Soft rustle at woodland’s edge
Shyly peering out at winter’s passing

Long slumbering beneath earth’s cold bite
Now reaching out a questing toe

Chill breezes steal day’s brief warmth
And residents shiver in protected nooks

Frost yet bites tender growth
Then yields to dawn’s new light

Nostrils raise to scent and tread
And life stirs within seed and soil

Rain-washed earth and ways are
Streaked with plants’ golden offerings

Stone and wood yield welcomed warmth
Hearken, hearken …

Warmth

A comfortable chair beside a fire

A jacket drawn tightly against day’s chill

The smiles bestowed on gloomy days

Sun-soaked sand upon bare feet

Soft fur of pets beneath chilled fingers

A baby cradled in one’s arms

Bright rays shining through window panes

Snuggled beneath covers on a winter day

A friendly touch and welcoming greeting

Hot cup of drink held between our hands

Homemade soup to sip and savor

Thoughts and remembrances bring to mind

Warm arms and warm hearts to warm one’s soul

Ah, blessed warmth inside and out