Homesick

W hy just watch as the gentle winds blow

I n sweet little remainders of flurrying

S nowflakes. Softly drifting and coating all things in a

C old white blanket for the earth.

O bserve those little birds as they flitter home.

N estled tight in their nests and dens,

S leepy animals hunker down hibernating.

I n these quiet and nonchalant moments we see a

N everending beauty in Wisconsin's winters.