In response to having received a beautiful poem about winter penned, earlier this week (by the very first new friend I made on our very first day of High school when we sat next to each other, during first period, freshman English), here is my reply🙋🏻♀️❤️
Though I always hope
Your Midwestern winter
Will remain mild
Common sense
Suggests that
Snow will soon fall
Transforming your
Landscape of greenery into
Glistening white unless
Temperatures drop
Below freezing
At which time
Snow will turn to ice
Until a sunny day dawns
Calling upon you to
Come out to play before
Skating on ice melts into
Slush which soon
Turns as gray as
Does the blue of
The sky once
The sun decides to
Play hide and seek behind
Spring’s rainy days
But wait—please
Press pause because
I’m getting way ahead of
Where we are, right now—
Welcoming holidays
And a New Year offering
Each of us hope that
Change for the better
Concerning Covid and
Leadership are just
Round the bend—the first
Having been aggressive
Because the latter
Has been
Non existent during
One of the most
Devastating years ever
Faced by our nation
Which is why
In hopes of embracing
Change for the better
Sooner rather than later
We’d best take
One step forward after
Another while
Your future and mine
Continue to unfold
Just as always—
One day at a time
With spirits refueled by
Hearts filled with
So much love as
To see each of us
Become ever more
Mindful of
Kindling kindness
Wherever we go
🙋🏻♀️❤️❌⭕️
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