This time of year can be trying for anyone; it’s not always easy to see the beauty in untouched snow, the excitement of children making snowmen or the good excuse to down a delicious cup of hot cocoa. Sometimes it just stinks, and it seems too cold, too gray and too long.
Here’s a lovely poem by Nikki Giovanni, with a different spin on winter:
Winter Poem
once a snowflake fell
on my brow and I loved
it so much and I kissed
it and it was happy and called its cousins
and brothers and a web
of snow engulfed me then
I reached to love them all
and I squeezed them and they became
a spring rain and I stood perfectly
still and was a flower
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