Snowbound!

We are in the thick of a blizzard! Stay safe and warm! Now is the hour of reprieveWhen every sprig becomes a sheaveBent with a brumal burst of starsWhen featherdown bedecks earth’s barsAs each snow-swaddled house and yardComposes a vintage post-cardAnd every home becomes more sweetWhen gales go howling down the streetAnd happiness is safe and soundWhen we are cozy and snowbound When window-frames are works of artThat only winter can impartWhen mugs of steaming luxuryAre like hugs of coffee and teaWhen nothing presses to be toiledWhen we are awe and wonder spoiledAs nature brushes slopes awryAnd swirls the scope of land and skyWith wild beauty, while tempests houndAnd rile plans with two words; snowbound Now books are like frigates unfurledFrom fireside nooks, across the worldBecause, ink snared in verbal fontCan take us anywhere we wantLike travelers who need no fareTo reserve a room or a chairClad in comfy flannel and fleeceAs we are filled with joy and peaceWhile wild winds wail, pummel and poundThe storm-tossed seas we sail; snowbound Soup pots simmer with five-star mealsThankfulness bows our heads and feelsA hymn no words can capture, quiteAs worlds are blurred with white on whiteAs we pray for the brave who bearThe elements, for creature careWhile we are safe and sound and gladFor woodpiles heaped, feet slipper-cladWhile winter wonderlands confoundWe who are home-sweet-home-snowbound Now is the hour of contentHow swift the gift of came-and-wentOf so-it-goes, this-too-shall-passWhile we peer through snow-swaddled glassTo watch the birds and then recall‘God sees the little sparrow fall’Then to let smiles and laughter cheerThe solace of sweet home so dearWhile we are snug and safe and soundIn hours of reprieve, snowbound © Janet Martin