Mother's Favorite Child

I am Mother Nature's earned retreat and she surely has her reasons, she needs a break from the demands, made by the other seasons. Spring insists on soft pastels, Fall boasts orange hues bright, Summer spins her color wheel. Me? I'm fine in white. When mother lays her paintbrush down, I do my very best, to sketch a silver tapestry, while she takes a rest. On the shoulders of a North wind my icy fingers freeze, while lacy snowflakes dance and sway like diamonds in the breeze. Known as January, I’m beautiful, windy and wild, always welcoming me with open arms, I'm Mother Nature's favorite child.