Lost so long ago, a brother and sister,

Somewhere in the snow,

They had names, playing on a January

day, when they lost their way.

When the snow started to fall, their

Path home was not recalled,

They were never seen again, as all

Stories don’t have a beautiful end.

They have for many years now

Wandered somewhere in the snow,

Ghosts of a January, searching for

A way back home, together they roam.

There is no sadness, no tears on faces

Anymore, not cold in the snow,

They are together forever, journey

To a new eternal home.

Keith Garrett

A season arrives, colder becomes

The days and nights,

You awake to a light, falling rain

Of snow.

Heavier it becomes, the branches

Of trees slowly disappear,

Rooftops change too, a blanket

Of white covers them all,

Sidewalks and parks, green

Grass becomes a cold floor.

Snowball fights between children,

Fun times in the neighborhood,

A snowman stands motionless in

A yard, waiting for the magic of the

Season.

People iceskating on frozen water,

Bundled in clothes for the occasion,

Icicles hanging from rooftops, dripping

Slowly, drop by drop, they vanish,

Snowland, at times a fantasy, but reality

For many in an everyday world.

Keith Garrett

When the snow falls, I watch your

Expression, you glow,

You see the falling snow, I see your

Eyes sparkle, a smile shown.

Your eyes are closed as the cold wind

Is upon you, you are seen,

You feel the wind, the wind is beautiful

But not so beautiful as you.

Winter is here, we are all a part of It,

We share this season,

Winter brings the cold to you, together

We are warmer than the cold.

I love winter with you as we share the

Beauty of all that the season brings,

I love you when I see all the emotion

These wonderful things do for you,

I love winter, I love you, and all the

Things together we do.

Keith Garrett

From Mississippi, born quite some

Time ago,

The name of Elvis will be forever

Known.

Gospel music, he could sing very well,

Growing up in a town where the poor

Would dwell,

He loved his Mother, to her, a song he

Would sing.

Noticed by a man named Sam, to a boy,

Fame this would bring,

Moving on to Memphis, a place in Tennessee,

A mansion known as Graceland, now the home

For he.

Always nearby, on him an eye they keep,

Called the Memphis Mafia, is who they would

Be.

A show he puts on in such places, so well

Known,

All over the world, his legend has grown.

When his time came, the lord made his

Visit,

Away, Elvis went with him, to the music

We still listen.

Keith Garrett

We have come upon January, there’s

A chill in the air,

The nights are darker, Last do they, a

Bit longer, it is winter.

Trees are dressed less, with the colors

That they wear,

The mountains seem lonely and cold,

Do they even know?

Winds of the season blow chilly and cold

Across creation,

Thick, misty fog moves in and covers

Late in the night.

On a clear, dark evening, there’s a light

That shines from above,

What a beautiful picture, winter moonlight.

Keith Garrett

Come take a walk with me, yes!

Darling, a walk in the snow,

Hold my hand, baby, walk with me

While each other, we’ll get to know.

I’m a little bit older, and you are younger,

Walk with me in the winter sun,

Sweetheart, I know it’s cold outside,

That’s why I give my jacket to you.

Reaching down for a snowball that I

Make with my hands, these cold hands,

Throwing it at you in a playful manner

As you stare at me with shock.

I’m laughing, but you are bitter cold,

Pushing me down with my face in the

Frosty snow.

We stand underneath a snow-covered

Tree, laughing together,

Push, push on the tree, watch as the

Heavy branches drop freezing,

White snow all over both of

Us,

A walk in the snow, a walk with you.

Keith Garrett

Look to the sky, oh! such a cold, cold

Looking, clouded sight,

Not too soon before, must have

Dropped a white blanket around

This lake.

Trees, covered with layers of frosty

Snow, standing, always standing,

Watching over this still, almost

Frozen water, surrounded by the

Winter snow.

Silent are they until the howling

Winds teach them to speak,

Echoing the thrashing of their

Branches into this winter’s day.

On the other side, across the water,

beyond the tall, beautiful pine trees,

A cabin, A wood-covered cabin, sits

Staring, always staring at a lake that

The never-ending sky looks down

Upon.

There’s much, much more than just

Snow around the lake,

There is a world of nature that lives

Together.

Keith Garrett

Beautiful she is, angel in the air,

Wings of white, spread far,

Dressed in many wonderful colors,

Long flowing hair.

Angel of color, where is it that you

Come from, tell me where,

Is it from somewhere out there,

Someplace in heaven?

You are the beautiful poinsettia

Angel, so magical you seem,

Are you a dream, only in winter

You appear to be imagined.

Colors of red, white, yellow,

And others are so alive at this

Time,

Angel of color, Poinsettia angel,

Spirit of the season are you.

Keith Garrett

So cold it is on a winter’s day,

Trees in the distance are empty,

With a touch of frost upon them.

Appears very quiet, with not a soul

To be found,

Nature by itself, nature not disturbed.

A fence runs across the snow-covered

Land,

Followed by shadows that accompany

Its path.

Around the trees, through the

hills, and everywhere,

As the sun goes down there

Are shadows, shadows in the

Snow.

Keith Garrett