A WINTERS STROLL


 Walking along the road with you alone,


 Under the sky of a Winter cold.


 Beneath the leafless trees all covered with snow,


 A chilly storm that visited last night.  


 The woods are empty except for the deer we see,


 Beyond, there are hills of white layered blankets.


 Further in the distance, mountains are a sight,


 Down from the sky, snow of white.


 A Winters stroll just you and I, hand in hand,


 A flowing river of Icy cold, where does it go.


 Walk with me through this beautiful place,


 We stroll along to a cloud covered lake.


 Listen to the wind, miracles surround,

                                        
 Winter is here, Icicles hang from rocks above.


 It may be cold but a warm feeling within,


 A Winters stroll, just you and me.


         Keith Garrett