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

IN THE BLEAK MID WINTER

 

I’m not looking for a white Christmas

For my life is already a cold place

Bleak and forbidding

So I have no need of snow

Carpets of white everywhere

Winter fills my every day

My life is perpetual winter

Because you have taken my warmth

You were the heart of me

You sent the blood coursing through me

You were the sun in my sky

Now my life is tundra

And I am just a frozen husk

To numb to exist

IF DECEMBER ICE

 

If December ice will bear a duck

Thereafter will be slush and muck

But grab the duck off the ice

And Christmas lunch be very nice