A season arrives, colder becomes

The days and nights,

You awake to a light, falling rain

Of snow.

Heavier it becomes, the branches

Of trees slowly disappear,

Rooftops change too, a blanket

Of white covers them all,

Sidewalks and parks, green

Grass becomes a cold floor.

Snowball fights between children,

Fun times in the neighborhood,

A snowman stands motionless in

A yard, waiting for the magic of the

Season.

People iceskating on frozen water,

Bundled in clothes for the occasion,

Icicles hanging from rooftops, dripping

Slowly, drop by drop, they vanish,

Snowland, at times a fantasy, but reality

For many in an everyday world.

Keith Garrett