Winter’s Hope
Winter has come
Winter has fallen.
Here I reside, far from
Home and family’s calling.
Its chill swirls around me,
Like an endless white sea.
And on the wind’s mournful cry,
I hear its truth; it does not lie.
It comes across the hill and down the slope,
And tells of one shining hope:
Spring will come again.
by Lady_Tolwen
A Winter’s Homecoming
The cold bite of winter’s breath hurries the weary travellers home,
From round windows bright a glimmer of fire shakes the darks grasping hold,
A reminder of the long past toil to bring the harvest gathered
The mug of mead that cheers the soul joins the waft of fresh baked bread
Above in bedrooms tucked up safe, infants fall into deep sleep
Outside the snow with crispy scrunch awaits their joyous little feet.
Tho winter’s bite can chill ‘n numb, her icy hand still mortal life
There’s nothing better on this fair earth than coming home to kids and wife.
by Happy Hobbit
Cold
We wait for the chill,
We lovers of the snow
Yet pray to stay warm.
by Propertyoflegolas
