WINTER FOREST

Upon to us comes the cold that is here,

 When the wind blows through the hills and shadows

On mountains grow near.

A chill in the night as the sun disappears,

The darkness of Winter whispers an end to a year. 

By a warm fire we sit, as it crackles we stare,

Sheltered from the frost and what is out there.

As dawn approaches we see the fog as it rolls in,

Covering the light of day that’s about to begin.

Now it is Winter,  the holidays are here,

A wish for us all, a smile and a cheer.

Keith Garrett