Mother Winter
 
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If you are awake,
on the longest cold night,
when the wind curls and frost holds time,
you’ll hear her bells and smell the first snow,
when Mother Winter goes walking.
 
Go out and find her,
she’s waiting for you,
go and ride on her long coat tails,
wander this eve, dark and deep,
when Mother Winter goes walking.
 
Through the town,
past windows so warm,
into woods,
trees bending hello,
across the field,
so quickly we glide,
while rabbits and possums and chicadees chase,
when Mother Winter goes walking.
 
Cross pond ice,
where fishies still bubble below,
in and out of shadows,
silently alive,
over hills blessed,
blue against the sky,
while the stars rise, loving eyes above it all,
when Mother Winter goes walking.
 
Climbing higher,
white drifts about us now,
covering caps and mittens and boots,
we are all snowballs,
and snowboys,
snowgirls and snowangels,
with frost about our faces,
and each breath a frozen wreath around our heads,
when Mother Winter goes walking.
 
So, if you are awake,
on the longest cold night,
when the wind curls and frost holds time,
you’ll hear her bells and smell the first snow,
when Mother Winter goes walking.
 
In a night kissed with quiet color,
she wanders a world already dreaming.
 
Go out and find her.