We were coddled by a mild December
Spared the snow and cold that we remember
But the new year brought a frigid change
Which made the winter not so strange
I bundle up and trundle out to live this life I’ve chosen
With gratitude for thick warm socks and boots to slide my toes in
The weight and bulk of extra layers make daily chores take longer
But I muddle through and I’m still here, so I guess I must be stronger?
Ruff and Rowdy are always game to hike the trails at the park
But our daily treks are shorter now, to be sure we’re back by dark
They like the rhythm of routine, how it connects to time to eat
They recognize it’s mealtime, and when they get their treat
Youthful Fennel still patrols the perimeter of the grounds
Frosty footing shall not stop him from his self-appointed rounds
But oldster Mace stays in the barn throughout the winter season
With food and heat and comfy beds, and horse stalls that he pees in
Chicago and Moe in shaggy coats survive the frigid weather
In their shelter full of forage, standing close together
For snack they head to pasture, with its scattered piles of hay
To ensure they move a little bit, every single day
The outside chores begin and end within the hours of sunlight
Except for final barn check in the dark and peaceful night
When I plant a couple kisses on a couple frosty muzzles
Then head back in to settle down, with a beverage and some puzzles
This longer stretch of darkness grants permission to just be
To read and dream and organize and maybe watch tv
Our winter standard time is not so governed by the clock
A season of serenity, I try to pause and think, relax, take stock
From Four Sticks Farm 