O Wind, If Winter Comes . . . .

Listening to the cold wind blow,

There’s nowhere else I’d rather go.

Here I’ll sit, a new bear to sew,

Waiting for the season’s first snow.

 

But if it comes before I wake,

Shall we bundle up and a snowman make?

Or stay indoors reading by the fire’s glow,

With cocoa to stir while watching the snow?

 

We might go skating once lakes begin to freeze,

Or race down snowy hills on sleds and skis.

So many winter adventures still to see,

Waiting for the first snowflakes to visit me.

 

My little bear and I would see,

Snow upon every bush and tree.

The waiting done, our smiles aglow,

At last we’d have our winter snow.

 

Images have been created for this piece with the assistance of AI . . .  lovingly prepared and styled for Honey Hill Country and the world of Little Red Bear.