These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

de Tabley: "Winter's Cold"

The cold, the cold, the freezing wint'ry cold
is like a shawl of grief.
The night, the night of grasping ice so bold
consumes without relief.

The days of winter lean into the sun
to find their solace joy.
All spirits lift as brightly it is won
and victor Hope employ.

Some plants are lost as others are renewed
in icy blanket shroud.
The character is shown through cold so rude
as humble or as proud.

The winter's cold's invincible it seems
for "who can stand before
The One, Who makes" these frosty, shimmered gleams
outside your toasty door?

The grace to live another wintry day
is from the living heart
of One, Who draws the line for cold to stay,
and warmth to each imparts.

by Jay O'Toole
on January 11th, 2019