A Prairie Girl

A prairie girl

I miss the brilliant white snow

a bright sparkling blanket

thrown across quilted farm land

I miss the wide blue sky shadowed in winter by 

clouds stretching horizon to horizon,

landscape broken only by fence posts, scattered trees and bush

I miss the silence of those winter mornings

train whistles echoing…and echoing…

When I hear the fine pitter patter of rain

tickling this still green land with fine mist

drenching a multitude of trees and grasses in need

hear city traffic muted outside my window

see multi shaded red-gold leaves decorating the landscape

feel the silence that is an early city morning

acceptance settles on my shoulders like a soft cozy blanket

the brightness of snapping cold prairie winters a distant memory.

“One can follow the sun, of course, but I have always thought 

that it is best to know some winter, too, so that the summer, 

when it arrives, is the more gratefully received.”

~ Beatriz Williams, Along the Infinite Sea

p.s. - It's not even winter yet!! 

         Autumn not officially ended til November 22nd!