Poem: "Winter's Light"

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Winter's Light

By: Eve Estelle

Out of my window, I see naught but white;

While most whimper and howl at a snowfall so foul,

I shan't see it as an unfortunate sight.

Hot chocolate in hand, the day still unplanned,

I can't help but laugh in glee;

Driving's a pain, usually in vain,

But such beauty is never free.

Out of my window, I see naught but grace,

As each crystal of water falls calmly into place.

The wind surely howls, as it blows chimney cowls,

And the landscape is covered in drifts;

Life dare not walk with death in tow,

But despite the chill, it performs with skill,

The whistling wind and the snow.

Yes, out of my window I surely see danger;

Biting cold, glassy ice, and perfection no stranger -

But I also see the wonders

Of a wintry paradise,

With evergreens prevailing,

And uniqueness so precise.

Remember that when night falls, winter's no less kind;

Take a look at that white blanket, and watch it as it shines.

…What do you see out of your window?

A quiet, stunning vista...

Or something more to plow?

Perhaps by one wintry season,

You'll see beauty in white.

When next you see those crystals fall,

Don't ever veil winter's fright -

But don't ever shadow winter's light.