Winter Poems

Winter

Crystals hang from every roof,
White covers every grass blade,
Snow sits on every branch,
Ice covers every water's surface,
Silence fills the air,
A red flash rests on a weather vane,
Which points North,
The cardinal sings his song,
A brown mate joins him in heavenly tunes,
The sky is pure blue,
No clouds to be seen,
A cabin comes in sight,
Smoke drifts lazily from the chimney,
Prints lead from the cabin to a pond,
Bright coats and mittens fly around,
Little children laugh so joyfully,
Skating smoothly as a solicitous mother watches,
An axe's ring comes through the air,
A tree falls with the call of "Timber!"
That is father- with strong,
Cutting wood for the fire crackling so bright.
The children come in,
With cheeks rosy red,
The father sits by the fire,
Warming his hands,
The mother rocks in her chair,
Knitting a sweater,
The children lie by the hearth, listening to the grandfather,
Telling stories of the weather long ago,
The grandmother holds the baby,
Who chortles and drools,
The cat cleans its face,
The dog starts napping,
It is winter.