Beyond, there are mountains high

Above the trees,

Covered with snow, below the open

Sky.

A road blanketed with snow disappears

Into the frosty, white trees growing all

Around,

Such a beautiful and colorful looking

Scene to the eyes.

Dream past what you see, imagine a

Running stream,

Icy with snow-covered banks, and

Wildlife living here.

Could there be a waterfall pouring

Down into a frozen lake?

Possibly, Icicles hanging down

From rocky cliffs.

This is winter, It is cold and

Sometimes bitter,

There might be a freezing,

Blowing wind, howling through

The land,

This is winter, this is winter.

Keith Garrett