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.

Keith Garrett