Sunday Stroll - Last Sunday of the Year

The road to town is drifted with snow

from the last several days.

We have perhaps a foot of snow,

with deeper drifts 

where the wild winds 

have whipped through.

We have froged a trail

 from the house

to the chicken coop,

through the sleeping garden.

Micah follows me as I make my rounds,

feeding chickens and rabbits and farm cats.

He is eager to follow

the long trail to the woods,

though he disappears in the drifts

once in a while.

The woods are 

a serene and lovely place

in late December.

When we come inside,

tired from the extra effort involved

 in walking through deep snow,

it is a blessing to sit near the wood stove,

dreaming over garden catalogs,

as the time for seed ordering draws near.

Outside the windows,

the trees are sleeping

and the sun hides 

behind her veils of snow.

Wherever you are, whatever the weather, I wish you peace.

Take a moment, if you can, to head over to Steve's blog, 

Out on the Prairie, 

for a beautiful glimpse of sunset, prairie style.