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
Copyright © Sherry Asbury | Year Posted 2019
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