Winter's White Duvet
Winter wears a gown of crystalline lace,
woven from shards of frozen snow,
and wildlife shelters in place,
when winter winds start to blow.
She blankets the land in a white duvet,
as soon as the songbirds have flown away,
yet, some of the hardiest birds decide to stay.
Snowflakes confetti the ground;
silently falling without a sound;
fluttering and tumbling all around.
While white paints everything in white-face,
for in Winter's presence, naught will grow.
And kids sulk, stuck indoors to play,
until Spring, when their spirits rebound.
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