THESE THINGS OF WINTER

The wind is blowing, the snow falling upon the ground,

Icicles hanging from where they cling, Winter is is in the air.

Woods are quiet, all full of snow, a sleigh ride for two 

Around the trees,

Frozen lakes and frozen ponds, shadows early, the day is gone.

A fire so warm, a fire for two, crackling wood, and some eggnog too,

Frosty trees, chesnuts, a drink to warm the bones, candles lit

All aglow,

These things of Winter, so much more for the imagination to see.

Keith Garrett