The last season of the year
Cold and harsh at first glance,
The land white and clear
The snow flies around as if in dance,
Feel the chill of the air, cool and crisp
The sun shines bright yet we feel cold,
The wind blows almost speaking with a lisp
The trees white, stories untold
A season to reflect, to ponder
Light shines down, the white scene lit
A time to play in a land of wonder
Snow a tool for imagination, to show spirit
Wait to see what each day will bring
While others just wait for Spring