Lately I’m struggling a bit with inspiration. Could be the weather, could be the new meds. So I’m grabbing some December Prompts from my prompt jar just to see what happens.
Today’s Prompt: What Joy Means to Me
“Joy is what happens when we allow ourselves to recognize how good things really are” ~Marianne Williamson
Winter Joy
Winter mornings with cerulean skies
reflected on the snow and ice
creates a blue tinged aurora
while acres of diamonds
glint in the sunshine
my breath creates little puffs
of fog in the frigid air
and my face tingles
with snowflake kisses
Inside hot tea, biscuits and
a fire in the hearth lie waiting
to warm the cockles of my heart
I find a blissful joy in Winter
the sparkling beauty of nature
the coziness of home and hearth
Winter and Joy walk hand in hand
as Mother Nature sleeps
I slow down and recognize
how joyful life can be when
we stop and look around
Til next time ~Stop, look around, and be amazed ~JP
Wide Eyed Wonderings 
Love your poem ❤️ I really hate the cold but I always try to find the blessings &/or Joy in the day, thanks for the reminder 😊
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It’s rather odd I know but the older I get the more I like the cold. Could be that it’s because I can’t tolerate heat anymore, or it could be a lovely excuse to stay in and cozy up with a good book. 🙂
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Yes, when I lived in Florida, I’ll admit, I longed for a rainy cool day for that very reason! 😊
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Love the poem. I think you found some inspiration, though! Wishing you many more inspiring spoons.
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Lovely poem and what a good idea to have a prompt jar.
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Thank you Di. When all else fails, I toss a bunch of scraps of paper in an old salsa jar and pull one out. Funny thing is how well it works. Random thoughts I can create from but just let me see any kind of actual instruction and skreeeeech on go the inspiration brakes.
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I might try it as sometimes my inspiration goes AWOL.
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Beautiful poem! I can feel the fresh, frosty air 🙂
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Thank You Paula. One of my favorite things in life is the way my breath makes little puffs of cloud in the frosty air. 🙂
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It’s the slowing down and looking round that causes joy to swell within us. I’m sure we’re not built for a hectic life-style! 😊 😊 😊
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I am definitely not built for the hectic life-style. Even now in my little town it’s just too peopley out there. *shudder*
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I totally dislike going into Norwich, our nearest city, and even our town when it gets busy at lunchtime, or in summer with holidaymakers…no, my head won’t handle it
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Yep. I live in a tiny street with 14 townhouse units and a gated entry backed up to “the lake” if it weren’t for the occasional need to buy groceries or visit the doctor I would probably never leave my street 🙂
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👏👏🎄💙
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Thank you ☺️
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