HELD IN HIS FROZEN HAND

Jack Frost, with icy fingers,

Holds winter in his frozen hand

Until his thick winter cloak

Is spread deep across the land

WINTERS WRATH NEAR SWEEPS ME OFF MY FEET

 

Winters wrath near sweeps me off my feet

As snow and ice join the skin stinging sleet

Who would be outside during the bitter season

A sensible being would need a good reason

To be wrapped up in hat, scarf and glove

In the teeth of a storm and for me it was love

THE FIERCE WINTER GALES

 

The fierce winter gales
Howl all through the night
Whipping up the seas
And turning wave tops white
The poor souls at sea
On the dark winter night
In the teeth of the tempest
Feel it’s savage bite
And pray to their gods
To save them from their plight
As the gale blows through
On the dark winter night

IN THE FROST FILLED MEADOW

 

In the frost filled meadow

I watch the dawn’s first rays

Beginning to melt the frost

In the majesty of winter days

BEYOND THE SNOW-CAPPED MOUNTAINS

 

Beyond the snow-capped mountains

A brand new dawn breaks

Night moved onward into light

Across the land and the lakes

LET THE WIND HOWL

 

Let the wind howl

Let the tempest blow

Bring forth the rain

Bring forth the snow

Then let the frost bite

Let the ice crack

Then we can get

The winter sun back

THE PEACEFUL VILLAGE

 

The peaceful village

In the frozen valley

Lay quietly beneath

Its winter cloak