Winter Poem
The trees are bare. The sky is white
The sun has gone it's out of sight
Darkness descends early at night
You wake in the morning before it's light
Out come coats, gloves, scarves and shoes
No wonder people get the blues
But there are some who like it so
Crisp cold mornings and white, white snow
Stuff that makes your body glow
with energy from head to toe
Children jump about with glee
For some it is a mystery
How the snow falls from the sky
and before long is knee high
Snowman building is in motion
Little hands full of devotion
Later by the fire a glowing
Get the circulation flowing
Feeling happy and content
They think about the day they've spent
J Ll