WINTER HELL

 

The lake is frozen,

Nothing lives

In this frozen hell

Even the sky is desolate

Save for the crescent moon

Standing sentinel

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

CAREFULLY CRAFTED

 

A carefully crafted snowman

Round and fat

Sits on the front lawn

Wearing Daddies hat

UNDER MACKEREL SKIES

 

Trawler men, leave

The safety of port,

Putting out to sea

Under Mackerel skies

And on foaming oceans

Drag their nets

And hope that God

See’s them safe to port

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