Strands Of Silver and White
Winter arrived this morning,
I was greeted with it’s flocking;
It tip-toed through my door,
Without so much as knocking.
Pumpkins in my yard now frozen,
Seems, it happened over night;
Like the flocking in my hair,
Strands so silvery and white.
There is such a quiet peace,
The summer chores are done;
There was just a hint of Fall,
Who knows when we’ll see the sun.
I heard my children’s laughter,
Now, grandchildren fill my days;
It seems like overnight,
Life rushed past with no delay.
Memories play amidst the light,
Upon the icicles, as they glisten;
I relive them now and then,
Hearing my children’s laughter, if I listen.
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