While rummaging through some old books I found this poem "Warmly Dressed" & thought I"d share it, along with some 'winter photography'.
Warmly Dressed
A small boy, warmly dressed
Ran out into the snow & was carressed
By its soft & chilling white,
Then got into a snowball fight.
A young boy bound for school
Plodded through the pristine cool.
With thoughts of classmates on his mind,
He left his footfalls etched behind.
A young man was stalled within his car.
His job awaited him afar.
He could not make his usual trip,
For he was a victim of the winter's grip.
An older man, now retired
Shoveled a pathway through his yard.
The winter to him was a discomforting thing.
His thoughts were on the warmth of spring.
An ancient man through his window peered.
His eyes turned red & lightly teared.
He remembered he had once been blessed;
He had been a small boy, warmly dressed.
Ed Lahmann
