Winter is very different from the summer here in New England, especially in the Lakes Region. We have plenty of tourists in the summer months, then in the winter we do have people who come to Gunstock, but otherwise it is very quiet. These are some of my thoughts about New Hampshire during the Winter.
The drooping cold of winter has arrived
And the ice seems to freeze time.
All at once
There is a certain calm
To the world.
Snow covers us like a warm blanket
And the noise of tourists is gone;
Our hibernation can commence so
We hold so still in our own
As we feel our frozen fingers
Finding a safe haven
Amongst the fiery embers inside.
Glued to this state of serenity,
It is hard to comprehend that
The world lives around us.
The long days would wind us up and
Make us push to do more.
Winter holds us tight to each other
And makes us slow down,
and treasure peace.
Sounds of Silence
Into the gloom I fade as I constantly try to
find the right place,
to reach a peaceful tranquility
In my home, with my family.
I like to hear the sounds
of falling rain
and the soft, humming,
singing of this quiet existence.
Banging, I try to endure
and sometimes I thrive
in the loud allure
but when the day is done
or I am not at one
With the world
I have to find
my way back
to the earth.
I steady my heart, and try
to fight the urge
To step out of my cloud
And shrug out of my shroud.
Are you a snowboarder or skiier? Do you hate shoveling snow?
Do you like or hate winter?
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