A Poem for the Season

December

I like days
with a snow-white collar,
and nights when the moon
is a silver dollar,
and hills are filled
with eiderdown stuffing
and your breath makes smoke
like an engine puffing.

I like days
when feathers are snowing,
and all the eaves
have petticoats showing,
and the air is cold,
and the wires are humming
but you feel all warm...
with Christmas coming!

Aileen Fisher

We've had a beautiful snowfall overnight, and there's more on the way. I love a snowfall that spreads its beauty over the Christmas season. The poem above says it all just right!