Winter Gifts

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some winter days seem to drag on,

As if they might not end.

It’s on these days I’m grateful for

The laughter of a friend,

The wind that dances in the leaves

That cluster on the ground,

The sun that turns the mist to gold

And scatters it around,

The robin, trilling in a tree,

The squirrel with nuts to seek,

The jay that brightens the bare branch

Without having to speak.

 

Oh Lord, I’m grateful for each gift

That brightens my long day.

And grateful that I recognize

Who sends such gifts my way!