Never ever catch a snowflake
In your
mouth
Until
you’re sure all the birds
Have flown
south
Never ever catch a snowflake
In your
mouth
Until
you’re sure all the birds
Have flown
south
A beautiful winter’s morning
When mist
conceals the sunrise,
And nestles
between
The frosty
shadows of the trees,
And
footsteps crunch
Through the
crystal patterns
Of the
crisp hoar frost
Merry Bells of Christmas
Of genus
Uvularia
Whose
yellow drooping
Bell-shaped
flowers
Brighten
the season
Christmas bells
Of Genus Blandfordia
Orange or crimson
Whose large flowers
Brighten the season
The Christmas cactus
The
winter-bloomer
Its jointed
flat segments
Look like
experiments
Made by a
young boy
With a
construction set toy
But the
rose-purple flowers
Light up
the winter hours
Red Breasted Robin
Sitting on
the fence
With snow
falling
God that
bird is dense
Sitting out
there exposed
Out in all
weathers
Trying to
look cute
As it
freezes its feathers
White berries grow
In
abundance
On the
mistletoe
As the snow
falls
Nature’s
bounty
On the
bough
Mother
Nature
Stocking
her Larder
For the
long bitter
Winter to
come
Some people are like clouds In strange kind of way Because when they fuck off It becomes a beautiful day