With Peace On Earth, Good-Will to Men!

My two favorite poems involve winter.

Winter is the silent season. When I was younger my favorite thing in the world to do was to pull on my snow boots, my coat and sock hat, and hike up the rocky little hill into the woods behind my grandparents house in the Ozarks. It was so quiet it felt like stuffing cotton in your ears. I could scream and no one wo…