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My World of Ice Reminds Me of “Winter” by Louisa May Alcott

We have an icy world right now. It’s 18 degrees with a Real Feel of 3 degrees as I write this. While it’s beautiful to gaze upon from a window inside a cozy house, it makes travel treacherous. I’m so grateful for warm shelter and reliable transportation.

If you’re a regular reader of Ozarks Maven, you know I love poetry. Today’s weather screams for a cup of hot chocolate and a nice book of poetry. Before I settle in with my steaming mug and beautiful book, I thought I’d share one of my favorite winter poems. Please enjoy Winter by Louis May Alcott.

Winter by Louisa May Alcott

The stormy winter’s come at last, With snow and rain and bitter blast; Ponds and brooks are frozen o’er, We cannot sail there any more.

The little birds are flown away To warmer climes than ours; They’ll come no more till gentle May Calls them back with flowers.

Oh, then the darling birds will sing From their neat nests in the trees. All creatures wake to welcome Spring, And flowers dance in the breeze.

With patience wait till winter is o’er, And all lovely things return; Of every season try the more Some knowledge or virtue to learn.

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