SIGNS OF WINTER
Listen to the wind as it howls through the trees,
Hear the lake crackle as it begins to freeze,
The noise of axes chopping seasoned wood,
These are the sounds of winter that chill the blood.

Look at the snowflakes falling, silent, full of gloom.
See the ice haloes around the wandering moon.
See the dark pines draped in pure frosty white,
Notice there is little day, but long cold night.

Feel the wind bite with unrelenting will,
Feel the ice through layered clothes creep and chill
You right through to the bone, not wanting to roam
But stay and feel the comfort and warmth of home.

Winter comes early in these northern lands
Bringing cold beauty and pretty frost garlands.
Many winter sports are enjoyed with great glee,
But summer I feel is the best season for me.
 

M Ann Margetson Nov 9 1998 ©