Poem (or: an attempt towards one )

Waking up to a white world,
My heart is filled with gratitude.
For a warm house,
for fresh coffee brewing,
for time with my husband in the kitchen.

For the silence and beauty outside,
unexpected winter weather,
no longer frightening as it once was:
commonplace now, expected.

Thank You, Lord of Seasons,
for teaching my heart to understand them:
nature's seasons,
cycling through the landscape.
Just like the heart going through Life.