Taking the liberty to share a beautiful poem from a fellow T-Blogger and friend:

I found this beautiful poem on Talking to Myself blog.

Personally, I'm a (somewhat-unwilling) New York transplant in Los Angeles. Having lived here in the homogeneous weather of Southern CA I hardly ever think of the joys of seasons.

This poem brought back some of my favorite winter memories and made me homesick for childhood climes.

Winters slumber

The dark blue winter skies
Highlight the symmetry of stark branches

Adorning trees in winter’s embrace,
A work of art,
So common yet each unique,
Their simple presence bringing joy.

The dancing leaves

Also have their whirling song

That soothes shattered nerves,
Quieting the mind in contemplation.

Cool nights
In warm beds with covers thick,
Bring a peace not found in summer’s darkness,
Sleep, deeper, longer, more peaceful,
The gift that cold gives us,
Allowing us to partake in winters slumber.

I'm reminded one one of my favorite quotes by L. Ron Hubbard

A song can racket down the ages. It doesn't corrode. It doesn't have to be polished, maintained, oiled, shelved or put in a vault.It happens that a song is far more powerful than any blaster ever invented.