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

They stand so high, above water so,

Cold and Icy,

Layered with white, powdery snow

Stretched for miles.

Clouds rest over this land of winter

And such a quiet peace,

Although the wind blows across the

Chilly water, and lonely mountain tops.

There are slopes of wet snow

That melt and flow down into a lake,

When the sun shines on it,

Sparkles like shiny glass.

Icicles hang from ridges that have

Lived for some time,

Formed over centuries, and in

Time,

Beautiful mountains, these

White mountains.

Keith Garrett

December is upon us once again,

A new year will soon arrive,

We all have inside, our own struggles

And fears in life, faith comforts.

I’ve learned to count my losses

Instead of that which rests in front

Of me.

Many wonderful people and great

Things have been shown to me, now.

The scars we carry, but the pain drifts

Away it seems, sorrow fades,

Is my fight or challenge any greater

Or less than another’s?

A picture says a thousand words,

Tonight, frozen in time, a memory,

You all are here, each one of you

Creates this moment, I am blessed.

Faces of old do not visit this place,

Different smiles shine tonight,

The gift of love is taken for granted,

Not easily earned, disappears.

The choice is ours to love or hate,

On this night, let your love be known,

There is one life that we have to live,

Much to the world we may give.

Peace is a desire for all of mankind,

Peace lives amongst us tonight,

The gift of love and peace is a precious

Treasure not to be taken for granted,

A gift from heaven, a gift from God.

Keith Garrett

It’s getting late, in their homes, trees are

Standing guard,

Lights of many colors, bright and flashing,

A fire, burning.

Children are asleep, cozy in their beds with

Dreams in their heads,

Chilly and cold is the outside, snow falling

Down to a layer of white.

This is the night, watch the sky, and maybe

A sleigh and reindeer flying by,

The man in red, making his way across the

World with Rudolph leading the way.

When midnight strikes for Christmas as the

Decorated streets become empty, and the

Night goes to sleep, there may be a light

High in the sky, heaven’s light,

See with your heart, the angels dancing

To the sounds of musical harps of many.

From here to there, we celebrate life,

And everlasting life in a world beyond,

When midnight strikes for Christmas,

All is calm, peaceful, and love shines.

Keith Garrett

The sun goes down, the eve of Christmas

Is now,

Dinner is done, to bed go the waiting

Children.

A soft, warm fire crackling in the dark,

Drinks shared by two, music on the radio.

Lights from the tree are flashing colorfully,

It’s warm inside as it is cold outside.

The streets are getting quiet, peace in

The homes,

Thoughts of a year passing, thoughts

Of you.

All is calm on a most wonderful night,

On the couch, we sit together, arms

Around you,

Thankful is the word.

Keith Garrett

An icy-covered lake skated on,

Snow is falling down, there is not

A sound.

A winter wind, blowing against

The skin,

A river of water that does not end.

Rain in the night, cold coming down,

Hail from the sky, hitting the ground.

A snowman dressed, standing alone,

Icicles hanging from rooftops, things

Of the cold.

A room without heat, fog, and sleet,

Things of the cold, Winter weather

With no shoes on your feet.

Keith Garrett