We have come upon January, there’s

A chill in the air,

The nights are darker, Last do they, a

Bit longer, it is winter.

Trees are dressed less, with the colors

That they wear,

The mountains seem lonely and cold,

Do they even know?

Winds of the season blow chilly and cold

Across creation,

Thick, misty fog moves in and covers

Late in the night.

On a clear, dark evening, there’s a light

That shines from above,

What a beautiful picture, winter moonlight.

Keith Garrett

Come take a walk with me, yes!

Darling, a walk in the snow,

Hold my hand, baby, walk with me

While each other, we’ll get to know.

I’m a little bit older, and you are younger,

Walk with me in the winter sun,

Sweetheart, I know it’s cold outside,

That’s why I give my jacket to you.

Reaching down for a snowball that I

Make with my hands, these cold hands,

Throwing it at you in a playful manner

As you stare at me with shock.

I’m laughing, but you are bitter cold,

Pushing me down with my face in the

Frosty snow.

We stand underneath a snow-covered

Tree, laughing together,

Push, push on the tree, watch as the

Heavy branches drop freezing,

White snow all over both of

Us,

A walk in the snow, a walk with you.

Keith Garrett

Look to the sky, oh! such a cold, cold

Looking, clouded sight,

Not too soon before, must have

Dropped a white blanket around

This lake.

Trees, covered with layers of frosty

Snow, standing, always standing,

Watching over this still, almost

Frozen water, surrounded by the

Winter snow.

Silent are they until the howling

Winds teach them to speak,

Echoing the thrashing of their

Branches into this winter’s day.

On the other side, across the water,

beyond the tall, beautiful pine trees,

A cabin, A wood-covered cabin, sits

Staring, always staring at a lake that

The never-ending sky looks down

Upon.

There’s much, much more than just

Snow around the lake,

There is a world of nature that lives

Together.

Keith Garrett

Beautiful she is, angel in the air,

Wings of white, spread far,

Dressed in many wonderful colors,

Long flowing hair.

Angel of color, where is it that you

Come from, tell me where,

Is it from somewhere out there,

Someplace in heaven?

You are the beautiful poinsettia

Angel, so magical you seem,

Are you a dream, only in winter

You appear to be imagined.

Colors of red, white, yellow,

And others are so alive at this

Time,

Angel of color, Poinsettia angel,

Spirit of the season are you.

Keith Garrett

So cold it is on a winter’s day,

Trees in the distance are empty,

With a touch of frost upon them.

Appears very quiet, with not a soul

To be found,

Nature by itself, nature not disturbed.

A fence runs across the snow-covered

Land,

Followed by shadows that accompany

Its path.

Around the trees, through the

hills, and everywhere,

As the sun goes down there

Are shadows, shadows in the

Snow.

Keith Garrett

Falling from the trees are beautifully

Colored leaves,

Raining down, many shapes upon

The ground.

Shorter become the days as above,

The mountains wear shadows,

There’s a chill that’s alive, lives on

Through the night.

All creatures of difference are

Preparing for the season,

Gathering food, taking their

Winter refuge.

There are places of snow or

Just land that’s cold,

It’s a feeling in the wind, a

Crispness, a brisk sting.

Cold, cold and foggy,

Dampness when you awake,

Ice on the rooftops, ice on

Your windows.

Down floats the wet, white

Snow falling to the ground,

Does it make a sound? this,

I don’t think,

Feel it, smell it, Winter soon

Will be here.

Keith Garrett

It’s falling from the sky, it’s cold

Coming down,

Raining upon me, I don’t make a

Sound.

I’m here alone, under the winter

Night sky,

Around me, a white blanket, no

Warmth does it give.

No leaves have my branches, naked

In the wind,

I’ve stood for many seasons, here is

Where I’m planted.

A time I was small, now I’ve grown

So tall,

Standing in the snow, only once in

A while.

Keith Garrett

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

Alone, so alone and cold, nothing

Seems to be alive,

In the background, a hill of snow

And darkness to see.

There’s a fence, surrounded by a

Cold, cold sky above,

Standing by itself, layered with a

Blanket of icy snow is an old,

Leafless tree, guarding this land.

A look of winter on the face of

This place.

Such a beautiful scene to take in,

Seems so peaceful, this winter

Wilderness.

Keith Garrett