It's Winter Time

My previous plans for today got postponed till Friday,opening up a Window of Time to soak in the season🙏💖 Eccles.3:1To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: It’s winter, time to marvel without Duty’s pressing MustTime to linger in garden-catalogues and stir dream-dust... Time to look at the birds and hear the words Jesus decreedDo not worry, because your Heavenly Father knows Your need... It hard to tear myself away from the window these daysThe finch feeding frenzy is quite phenomenal!!How many can you find in the photo below?I counted 24! and there were many more not on the photo! It’s winter, time to wander in the snow-embellished wood... Time to enjoy the fruit of harvest-toil with gratitude... Time to trade work shoes for slippers and pad about the houseAs sweet and simply happy as a little country mouse... It’s winter, time to marvel without Duty’s pressing MustTime to linger in garden-catalogues and stir dream-dustTime to travel the world through books to destinies afarAnd, with each turn of page forget how old we really areTime to look at the birds and hear the words Jesus decreedDo not worry, because your Heavenly Father knows Your need It’s winter, time to wander in the snow-embellished woodTime to enjoy the fruit of harvest-toil with gratitudeTime to trade work shoes for slippers and pad about the houseAs sweet and simply happy as a little country mouseTime to pull child upon the knee and gently rockabyeBefore the summer beckons them to spread their wings and fly It’s winter, time to bundle up when every footstep creaksWhen the sharp air pinches and squeeze noses, chins and cheeksFoolish to challenge Old Man Winter’s churlish howdy-do-o-o-o/wh-o-o-o❄❅❆So, wear those hats and mittens like your mother told you toAnd splurge a bit; indulge in marshmallow-hot-chocolate cheersAll things in moderation keeps us young at heart, my dears It’s winter, time to dabble in scrabble duels, and win😅And tell the wind-wolf 'not by the hair on my chinny-chinMay he come in'; and if he tries the chimney he’ll be caughtFor I have stoked the fire and it’s very, very hotA fine place to pull up a chair and talk and talk and talkAnd laugh the kind of laughter that is not shushed by the clock It's winter, time to sip star-sparkles from a frost-dipped mugAnd turn, what once was Future/nothing into a warm memory-hugTo pan for winter-gold is such a thrilling escapadeTo be content to rejoice in this day the Lord has madeAnd thank Him for enchantments no other season bestowsJack Frost's art on the window, fat snowman with carrot nose It’s winter, time to bake a cake and celebrate TodayAnd feast on a big slice of what makes lifetimes slip awayLike icicles that dangle from eaves like clear candlesticksThat Sunbeam dares with kisses and that Youngster picks and licksAnd Adult says they shouldn’t though we have forgotten whyWith so much to remember as the days and years fly by It’s winter, time to drift across the quiet land on skisAnd worship the Creator of white skies, white fields, white treesAnd find new ways to wonder at winter splendor, age oldAt Masterpiece on Masterpiece only God can unfoldAt muffled nooks and crooks and brooks, at firesides and suchWhere just like snowflakes, winter’s moments melt beneath our touch… © Janet Martin It’s winter, time to dabble in scrabble duels, and win😅 It’s winter, time to bake a cake and celebrate TodayAnd feast on a big slice of what makes lifetimes slip away... It’s winter, time to drift across the quiet land on skisAnd worship the Creator of white skies, white fields, white trees... And find new ways to wonder at winter splendor, age oldAt Masterpiece on Masterpiece only God can unfold At muffled nooks and crooks and brooks,...