The book of Winter opens now,
Its pages made of frosty nights
When room for magic opens, too,
Illumined by Earth’s gentler lights.
The moon on snow will welcome us
Into the nights so soon to come
That make us stop, admiring all
We see before we hurry home.
Imagination’s home is here,
Where so much is left blank for us
To color with our hopes and hear
The Winter’s lovely, soft chorus.
This other Spring makes room for many
Meditative hours and thought
To grow our strength and understanding,
Measure what in warmth we sought.
So welcome Winter’s quiet beauty,
Breathe in deep her icy air.
Turn again to introspection,
Find the season’s best gifts there.