Wane bitter season,
dare Snowdrops to appear, before
winters lingering bite
“Little Robin redbreast
Where can
you be?
Dear little
Robin
Come and
say hello to me”
“I can’t
“says the Robin
“The winter
is preventing me”
“Little
Robin redbreast
Where can
you be?
Dear little
Robin
Come and
say hello to me”
“I can’t
say hello to you
Because I’m
frozen to this tree”
Christmas ferns
Abundant
and evergreen
With
Pinnate leaves
In
lance-shaped fronds
Dense
clusters of
Featherlike
leaflets
In wide
display
Decorate
the
Christmas
landscape
Of North
America
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
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
You are the bonniest child
Cute from
head to toe
You melt
our hearts
As you
joyfully go
For your
first time
Out to play
in the snow
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...