The Weight of Winter

by Soul Places | Diane Ludeking

Taken Christmas Eve two years ago.

The weight of winter is a comforter of snow in the pasture and an extra blanket on my bed.

The weight of winter is pine scents in my house and Carmex fumigated scarves.

The weight of winter reveals eagle nests in the tippy tops of trees and conceals extra pounds on my backside with layers of clothes.

The weight of winter talks emphatically about holiday spirit and whispers about seasonal depression.

The weight of winter is a crisp snowball upside my face and candy cane fingers.

The weight of winter is heavy canvas winter wear and lightly whipped eggnog.

The weight of winter makes getting to work a challenge and friendly gatherings worthwhile.

The weight of winter is bright from snow reflected moonlight at midnight and burning light bulbs at suppertime.

The weight of winter reveals the barren wooded trail concealed in summer’s lusciousness.

The weight of winter is dormant seeds and awakened sloth.

The weight of winter is the Big Dipper in the North and snowbirds in the South.

The weight of winter is warm breath on an icy window.

The weight of winter is a good book in front of the fireplace and a mischievous cat lap warmer.

The weight of winter is big holiday debt and little promises of spring.

The weight of winter is childish sledding splendor and grown up stress.

The weight of winter cannot be stopped but will end your plans without notice.

 

I would love to hear how you finish the sentence “The weight of winter…” in the comments.

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