(Editor's Note: This is one of the winning submissions for Winter Tales and will be performed by Vermont Stage on Dec. 12. Find out more here!)
Winter is my favorite season.
I stay warm by the fire
With a cup of cocoa, and watch
The snowflakes fall gracefully, dancing
With the flames.
Sometimes Nature holds her breath
And all is still; when I step outside, the silence
Is only broken by the crunch of snow
Under my feet.
Other times, the winds howls as a lonely wolf
Lamenting the forlorn expression of the moon,
Tearing at braches, scouring houses with sharp
Icy crystals, whipping across my face,
Stinging my eyes, slashing ears and fingertips,
As I hurry home to safety from the storm.
The best time of all is when
The world pauses for a moment, though not
In anticipation, simply to ponder
Its own existence.