Winter Days

Gone, now just a memory the warmth of summer, winter's icy fingers now take a harsh grip turning land to frozen waste. Blanketing it in snow as the nights draw in, reflecting the bright moon. Children having fun sledges rushing down the hill and snowmen appear standing as sentinels to winter. The whisk of skiers as they fly past speeding downwards their colourful ski suits adding splashes of vivid colour. Jack Frost hard at work decorating trees with icicles some short and others long sparkling, reflecting light appearing like gems amidst the sprinkled snow covered branches. Once more winter reigns supreme. Icy winds howl across the valleys causing drifts of snow some eight foot deep, chilling bones making us huddle down in fleece lined coats Rosy cheeks blaze out from under hoods, And fingers freezing cold from handling snow. contentment in every face as people head home. To cups of hot chocolate and toasty warm fires shutting out for now winter's icy blast.