The blanket of snow,
Covered the shivering trees,
For they had no protection from the cold;
And wind that blew the leaves.

The chilly wind doth blow,
All night long,
And a blanket of snow;
Fell to the ground without singing a song.

Ice covered puddles near mushy snow,
That had once been pretty,
When it melts where does it go?
Alas! It is not pretty to see!

Only a few flowers,
Opened their pristine blooms,
And the snow lasted hours;
As we watched it from the rooms.

**~Marian~