The Recipe For Winter
The joy of waking to a white world,
Of slowly sipping silky smooth hot chocolate,
Basking in the warmth of the fireplace like a dog lying on its master’s porch:
Content, happy, and without a care in the world.
The joy of walking through that white world,
The crunch of the snow underfoot,
The swish of ski’s as you carve your way through the slope,
A sidewinder slithering in an “S” shape down the mountain.
The joy of going to sleep in a white world,
Of slipping to the land of dreams,
Imagining things both fantastical and not,
Sure makes a great recipe for Winter.
-Warren Z.
Poetry
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