I took up the challenge this year to make a blog post every day. At first, it sounded like an easy task, but I soon discovered it more challenging than I ever imagined. For part of the year-long adventure, I explored different styles of poetry. I decided to revisit many of these styles in November. NaNoWriMo takes up most of my time during this month. Plus, the weather turns cold, making it hard to go on an adventure unless Rooster and I decide to visit our baby chick in New York City. Sometimes I get a hunger for the road. Christmas is right around the corner. I wrote this Proverbial poem because it is better to count your blessings when the snow flies. I called it Blessings.
“Never dread the winter till the snow is on the blanket” is an old Irish proverb.
The wind howls outside my door
The snow flies in the yard
There is a wolf somewhere near,
But I will not fear
I have lived through winters mild and hard
With a northern wind that cuts me to the core
It’s not like I’ve never been here before
Why should I worry when I have a banquet?
Tucked away in my freezer and behind my cupboard door
And a metal roof over my head
A warm fire burning who could ask for more?
I have warmth and food, and my health
A homemade quilt upon my bed
Where I can sleep the whole night through
Where I can dream of power and wealth
I may never possess
But I need to count my blessings
Least I forget
Never dread the winter till the snow is on the blanket
Because being ungrateful will make me regret
The blessings of God showered on my life
Who is Molly Shea?
Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh. To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.
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