Winter is my favorite season

I love how the cold
draws people together,
inside, around a fire.
I love how the snow
is so clean and the air
is so fresh and crisp.
I look forward to bundling up
in fluffy, furry winter coats.
I giggle at the hats
that make it hard to hear,
but it is better to not hear
for now than for forever.
I love snow angels and snow men.
I love sledding and skiing.
I love the smell of the cookies
waiting inside, the pie
baking in the oven, the warm
something cooking for supper.
I love the snow flakes,
unique, every one. I savor
the sting they leave on my tongue.
I love the excuse to bring
out knitting needles and
wool yarn, blankets and slippers.
But my favorite thing about winter,
is that very rare occasion
when a few snow flakes gingerly
land on my eye lashes.