Winter
Winter in her cloak of grandeur
Trumpets loud singing her splendor
Softly spreads her cloak of white
While Chirping birds fluff their feathers tight
Glistening Crystals drift in the air
Like shiny diamonds glimmering fair
The trees soon covered in snow
Heavy and bending are her boughs
Glowing faces playing in the snow
Building snowmen with funny noses
Sliding and gliding down the hill they go
Shrieking and tumbling with sleds in tow
Winter in all her beautiful glory
Fiercely sharing her blustery story
Here to stay and play a bit longer
Knowing spring is just around the corner
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