I Found Her On One Frigid Morn

Winter tends to be a time of contemplation, meditation, and hibernation for me. The latter making the other two possible.

 
When not working this means creating, reading, writing, and thinking while gazing out a window in silence… glorious priceless silence… something that can be hard to find in this fast-paced, social media, techno-crazy world.

This poem is based on a recent morning in my life, and I decided to share it in case any of you are finding it hard to stay in touch with your inner child.

 

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I Found Her On One Frigid Morn

What do I see this frigid morn?
A sky so blue it seems forlorn.
The snow so white, as if to blind.
A sun so bright it seems unkind.

The trees are frozen stiff with frost.
Their brittle branches bare the cost.
The birds perform an air ballet,
from tree to tree they spend their day.
 
In window seat I watch awhile.
They do their best to make me smile.
But there’s no time to sit and cheer,
there’s wood to chop and snow to clear.

I don my gloves, my scarf, my hat,
my boots, my coat, yes… all of that,
and out I venture dressed in layers
of hope, and faith, and summer prayers.
 
The winter whispers to my bones
to make its frozen secrets known.
It blows its breath with icy grin
across the landscape of my skin.

It sneaks its fingers through my veins
and tells me I should not complain.
While I’m outside in winter’s realm
I’m at the mercy of its helm.
 
To think that when I was a child
I lived outside so free and wild.
I never felt the winter’s chill
on skating rinks or sledding hills.

Where did that winter magic go?
It is still here, and this I know.
It’s only lost from heart and soul
if I let my heart and soul grow old.

The childhood me is still inside
and does not want to run and hide.
She needs to feel the winter joy
like every girl and every boy.

So instead of chopping wood I go
into the yard of pillowed snow.
I lay down on its quilted bed.
It hugs my arms, my legs, my head.
 
And when I rise I turn and greet
the snowy angel at my feet.
She’s grown so tall since last we met.
How long it’s been I do forget.
 
I hear her voice so sweet and young.
I feel her words roll off my tongue.
“All is not lost, be not afraid
to keep some childhood promises made.”
 
To not grow old before my time.
To not give up on poem and rhyme.
No matter what, through joy and strife,
I am the artist of my life.

I vow this day to make a start
to be the winner of my heart.
To live my life in all its glory.
To be the pen of my own story.

Each day will be a new blank page
on which this life will set the stage.
It’s not too late to make the choice
to speak my truth with my own voice.

So I cast my adult worries free
with all the negativity.
I see now how my eyes should see.
I can still be who I should be.
 
The girl I lost was found today.
The girl I found is here to stay.
I promise her this lofty goal,
to live a life that feeds my soul.

The birds now beckon with their play
and I applaud their air ballet.
I sit and cheer. Such joy I reap.
The wood can wait. The snow will keep.

The trees are dressed in elegant frost.
Such simple beauty knows no cost.
I stay outside and bask awhile.
I smile a tear. I cry a smile.
 
What do I see this frigid morn?
A sky so blue it seems reborn.
The snow so white, as if designed.
A sun so bright, so warm, so kind.

 

by T. M. Lehtinen (that’s me)

 

 

Even though it’s a challenge sometimes I choose to see the world through pink coloured glasses.

I choose to think pink because it makes my heart giggle, and that’s the simple and honest truth of it. Thinking Pink is about staying young at heart, no matter how old I get.

Do something today that makes your heart giggle… and smile. It doesn’t have to be pink… it just has to make you happy.

Be the artist of your life.
Create it.  Live it.  Love it.

 

Thanks so much for reading, and until next time…

 

keep on keepin’ on!

XOX

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36 Comments

  1. Such beautiful imagery, Tuula. "…dressed in layers of hope and faith and summer prayers." "I smile a tear. I cry a smile." Thanks for sharing your special poem with us–

    1. Thanks so much for your lovely comment Diana. Poetry is a passion of mine, both reading and writing. I wish I had more time to more of both.

  2. I needed this to get me going today. "I smile a tear. I cry a smile." – love that line.

    I am going forth to find my inner child.

  3. Tuula,
    My goodness you have so many wonderful talents my friend. Love your poem to sweet. Thanks for sharing.
    Kris

  4. Your post, like my recent post, is about positivity too!

    I love that poem and although I cannot relate to living in snow, I can relate to not losing the childish fun we had in everything we did.

  5. Beautiful! I too can relate to losing childhood imaginations and fun. I watch my children having fun… I should stop watching and join them more often. You are so gifted Tuula! I love your creativity , both words and projects. This poem is perfect!

  6. This gave me a lift on a cold January night in Northern NY State….thank you for sharing your creativity and thoughts. God bless.

  7. Oh Tuula…I loved this! I have enjoyed every one of the poems you have chosen to share with us. This one is so true. I wish I had this gift of words like you. Have a blessed and beautiful week!

  8. wonderful poem you wrote, Like your snow angel, I haven't made one of those in years

  9. Oh Tuula, you are so gifted! Not only do you make lovely creations, but you inspire people with your words – what a blessing! Thank you so much for sharing this – I truly enjoyed reading your poem. And my young son loved the snow angel 🙂

    Hugs to you!

  10. Doesn't take much to make me happy Tuula! lol! Your poetry is gorgeous and you need to see about publishing it. I remember making a snow angel last year. Haven't had enough snow to do one this year. Never too old to do that!
    hugs,
    Jann

  11. As I am reading this poem I am already thinking how I am going to pin it to keep it forever and when I get to the bottom and see that you wrote it…..wow!!! It is simply wonderful and tugged at my heart and soul.

  12. I adore this post Tuula! Especially the birds performing an air ballet! You are an accomplished poet. Or is it poetress? Thank you for sharing your long hidden talent again!

  13. Tuula, this is beautiful and inspiring. So many of us adults have lost our joy of life, but your poem convinces me that we just practiced tamping it down and if we look hard enough, we'll find it. What a hopeful message to share with us, thank you. We're expecting snow this weekend. You've just challenged me to get out there and make a snow angel!!!

  14. Your poem is inspiring. I love your snow angel. Joyous Wishes, Linda

  15. What a talent. A wonderful poem filled with so much wisdom. Blessings to you.

  16. Beautiful, perfect. Dona

    1. Tuula McPhee says:

      Thanks very much Dona. 🙂

  17. I believe you found the inner child Tuula. I need to find mine somehow. I can’t imagine living with all that snow! That to me is magical, but only if I could stay inside and enjoy it from the warmth of indoors! I remember your snow angel!

    1. Tuula McPhee says:

      Thanks Florence! After years of not liking the winter I decided on the day I wrote this poem that I would embrace it againinstead of fighting it. It was magical when I was little, and it became magical again.

  18. Karen Parker says:

    Tuula, thank you. Tears can be joyous

    1. Tuula McPhee says:

      Yes they certainly can be Karen. Thank you. 🙂

  19. I truly love this poem! Merry Christmas!

    1. Tuula McPhee says:

      Thanks very much Debra. Merry Christmas to you! 🙂

  20. Tuula,
    I followed the links you had in your recent Thrifty Chicks Challenge to check out some older posts and I was led to this poem that you wrote and I must say that I just love it! You have so many talents! Although it is no longer winter, ( at least I hope the snow is now finished lol!) I was truly inspired by your poem and I wish I had found it while we had all that white stuff on the ground. I think I am going to print it and keep it handy so I can be inspired by it next winter. Have you written any others that are available to read? If so, I would love to take them in too! Thank you for sharing your talent and inspiration!