WINTER HAS COME

 

Winter has come

The land has gone

A white shroud

Covers the lifeless form

WINTER DELIGHT

 

Building snowmen

Having snowball fights

Rejoicing in mischief

Is the winter delight

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

WINTER SCENE

 

Winter seen through

Frosted glass,

With picture windows

Sugar-framed

IT’S SUCH A MILD CHRISTMAS

 

It’s such a mild Christmas

All the birds are singing noisily

Normally in December

They’re all frozen to a tree

FLAKES OF WHITE

 

Dancing on the breeze

Crystal flakes of white

Tell the winter tale

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