a winter’s night

 For all my complaining about the cold Ohio winter, there really is something magical about the season.

The snow falling gently, the trees coated in a sugary white, the deer coming out at twilight.  The deer are easy to see as their dark winter coats stand out against the silent white landscape.  The roads were treacherous last evening, but my evening drive had its rewards too.

 There are strange and mysterious sounds
When the winds of winter blow,
The long nights are crystal clear and cold,
And the fields and meadows are covered with snow.
The stars are frosty against the sky,
And the wind's whistle is shrill,
As the snow blows against the house
And drifts against the hill.
Yet, I like to see during the winter
A white carpet on the ground,
To plod aimlessly in the deep snow,
where deer tracks abound.
I like to feel the stillness
Of a crisp winter's night,
Watching a full moon rise over the horizon,
Exposing a winter wonderland beautiful and bright.

~Joseph T. Renaldi