Winter at Windsong
A Boomer Poem
January seems to last forever
Rain fills the skies, nights are cold
Inside we spend some time together
Visits are a balm to the soul, I’m told.
These are the days we long for sun
Yet quiet winter gives us rest
We nestle in when day is done
Our patience is put to the test.
But somewhere in the midst of those
Cold and blustery January days
A new appreciation grows
For all that falls within our gaze.
At once we recall the choices made
Of home and finishes that reflect our style
The fireplace warms as daylight fades
And friends come visit for a while.
This home is where we find new friends
And hobbies we’d forgotten, renew
Where life enjoyment never ends
So many things to see or do.
Everything is in its place
With storage that is easy to use
Display of treasures in this space
Offer whispers from our muse.
So when it’s time to settle in
Seek comfort and enjoy the peace
It makes sense to begin our lives again
At Windsong – Where Life’s A Breeze!