Winter Happiness

In case we still had doubts as to whether winter was really here,last night and this morning cleared up any lingering confusion😅💓! The crunch of leaves beneath our feet are blanketed with snowAs all along the silent street our muffled footsteps go Where, fast asleep beneath a starred duvet of eiderdownEarth looks like a vintage postcard of countryside and town …where good old days and good old ways suddenly reappearIn tea kettles and hearths ablaze with home-sweet, home-spun cheer …while every rooftop, post and plume are swaddled in a muffThat tumbles from a lofty loom threaded with frosty fluff While every nose turns rosy-red while the whole world turns whiteAnd earth becomes a featherbed much to each child’s delight …where they, as happy as can be with eyes and cheeks aglowStir us to recall tenderly, childhoods of long ago As shouts of joy and starry gaze for winter’s first snow fallSuddenly make these ‘modern days’ not seem modern at all Rekindling good, old-fashioned mirth as we walk hand in handThrough snowflakes transforming the earth to winter’s wonderland Where the first flurry of the year regardless of its chillWakens in us the warmth and cheer of old fashioned good will ...and good, old-fashioned thankfulness for good, old-fashioned joysOf good old-fashioned happiness of winter's girls and boys © Janet Martin