January in Minnesota has plenty to make me happy. Yes, this does make me a weirdo among many. But just yesterday I found myself thinking what a great thing days with temps well below freezing and a little fresh snow are. Days when our neighborhood owls call to each other in dim early morning light and the dog’s paws leave perfect tracks down the driveway. Days when school buses chug amazing clouds like a new kind of steam train behind them. Days when cardinals and chickadees mob the bird feeder, spilling seeds everywhere to the delight of squirrels nosing around on the ground. Days when sitting in front of the lit fireplace feels like the best sort of hot massage and cooking, with its smells of roasting vegetables or stewing meat and the way the whole kitchen heats up, is its own slow pleasure.
Winter makes me happy.
In the spirit of sharing the happiness, I’ve found a few happy winter poems to link to below. If that doesn’t work for you, then come on over for dinner. We’ll find something to make you glad to be alive.
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Want a little more winter poetry? Try the latest issue of Gyroscope Review – the winter issue is gorgeous, if I do say so.
The issue is available on Amazon here: https://www.amazon.com/Gyroscope-Review-Issue-19-1-Winter/dp/1793427941/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1548250854&sr=8-1&keywords=gyroscope+review