The Cold Season

The air is clean and crisp and biting cold So you wrap up warm in clothing’s fold Sun is shining low in the pale blue sky Reflected up from where the snow does lie It crunches softly beneath your boots Smothering the ground, grass and roots A soft and gentle blanket across the land Making this time of year look so grand The red breasted robin, he hops from tree to tree You can mark his passage from the scarlet you see He goes gathering berries, and winter delights To keep misses robin through cold winter nights Everything is still in this white wonder land Like the world has stood still at your command Sound is suppressed and it travels not far Like the dull notes from a broken guitar Most everything sleeps in this season so cold But still its sights are a joy to behold Though of green leaves, the branches are free This white winter land if just beauty to me