THE FIRST FLURRIES

 

The first flurries of the white, 

Began to fall at twilight

Though until the dawn

So, by the next morn

Everything lay below

A carpet of fresh white snow

WINTERS GRIP

 

The snow has settled on us

Like a shroud.

Each day growing deeper

Silence fills the emptiness of the landscape

But for the ghostly sound of the wind

High in the treetops

The meadows and fields have vanished

The river flows mute beneath the ice

The next valley is unreachable

The mountains as unattainable as the Moon

But soon spring will release the land

From its icy captor

And the winter we be no more

Then remembered conversations

Beside the roaring hearth

CLOAK OF FOG

 

A thick winter cloak of fog

Settles deep into the valley

Making everywhere anonymous

Obscuring every lane and ally

And for those poor souls abroad

Found it was not a night to dally

ARE YOU WEARING WINTER UNDERWEAR?

 

Are you wearing winter underwear?

I’m thinking as you stand there

Are you clad in body formers?

Proper cosy winter warmers

Substantial Bloomers for outdoors

A sturdy pair of winter drawers

I may never know for sure

But with my thoughts impure

I’m content as you stand there

In your cosy winter underwear

WINTER WARMER

 

The Snow lies on the Earth

Icicles hang from the gate

Frost sits on the windowpanes

A fire burns in the grate

 

The sun sets beyond the wood

Abandoning the sky

Let’s draw the curtains in

And bank the fire high

 

Now turn the lamplight up

And forget about the weather

Warm moment we’ll share

As we cosy up together

DECEMBER, DECEMBER

 

December, December

The snow has come

Falling all night long

Kids it’s time to have some fun

 

December, December

Children playing in the snow

Skating and sledding

Faces all aglow

 

December, December

More snow will come

Then all through the winter

Kids will have more fun

FATHER FROST

 

Father Frost, with icy fingers

Holds winter in his frozen grasp

And spreads it wide across the land

Till it wears his thick winter cloak