HE STANDS IN THE COLD
Winter arrives, time for a visit from the man of snow,
When the cold wind blows and the temperature falls,
A storm will call him, down he comes to stand in the cold.
He does not speak, he will not move,
For just a short time, he stands in the snow.
Dressed up is he, on his head a black hat,
A scarf of color around his neck, a pipe in his mouth.
A nose of black and eyes of dark,
He’ll soon go away, visits again on a Winter day.