Winter of Days

Look up at the Eastern sky where the winds blow Feel the icy fingers that will soon bring whitest snow Cattle hide in dense groves of trees, lowing pitifully wanting to go to the barns and find warmth immediately Soon icicles will hang from roofs like lollipops for kids Every icy bucket will freeze solid if they have no lids All the earth holds its breath waiting for the sound of hoofbeats pulling sleds along the frozen ground When the wind shifts you can smell the coming of snow Everything will shine with its perfection all aglow Caps and mittens, scarves and gloves will be brought out and you will hear the sound of children's voices as they shout Make a fire nice and warm, till the heat is there for our toes Get the tissues ready for those both big and small for their nose What peace is on the earth when everything it snowy white Suddenly things have a way of seeming to be all right