Ice-laden wind howls on this colorless December day;
Thickening clouds, chasing warmth and light far away;
Clouds weighted with dread; dense, dark, lifeless gray;
This old woman’s dreams drift backward to yesterday,
When winter didn’t make her old bones ache ‘till May;
Snow-storms once a welcomed challenge, time to play!
In sparkling drifts; all bare branches, an icy lace display!
Silent, long walks without a thought of this elderly day…
As winter turns contentious now; threat to keep at bay!
I maintain joy despite winter contention, I kneel to pray.
I’m trusting my God to keep me warm, this blustery day.
There’s no threat over which my God doesn’t hold sway!
Though I’m old now, in Jesus, I still dream of a future day.
Of my transformation, my glorified youth forever to stay!
More than a dream, it’s an eternal promise, it won’t fray!
Warm hope is joy for old woman on a cold December day!