Mending the frost by building a fire
Hauling another storm’s snow
Wrapping the littles in bundles of coat
Keeping the bite from their toes
Hauling up boxes, unraveling lights
Wrestling a tree into place
Baking and buying the gift that’s just right
Extending new patience and grace
Ringing bells and giving well
Offering a shopper a hand
Tying a blanket for the kid who has none
And holding a door when you can
Stopping and pulling and making a call
For the stranger who’s gone off the road
Small town life, you give and you take
We’re all for sharing the load
Summers we drive and autumns we thrive
In colors and smells and in sounds
Springtime we bask and soak in the light
And dance in the new warmth we’ve found
But winter we give, and winter we show
The love that we often forget
It’s not the dark and it’s not the cold
But what we do in the face of it
8 thoughts on “Winter’s Hands”
Rae, I absolutely love this. Thank you for sharing. Love you!
Thanks, Mom! Love you too!
Thank you, Sharon!
Love it. How do you do it?
Thanks, and in all honesty I don’t really know, the words just kind of show up I guess 🙂
Beautiful! Thank you.
Thank you PapaPoynt!