See into this picture, beyond

Right in front of you,

Snow falling lightly, the trees

That once had leaves, now

Dressed in white is a beautiful

Scene to be.

What was once grass of green, is

Now a blanket of white,

Fences of wood stretched out

In the distance, are covered.

Icicles of many shapes and

Sizes hang from rooftops,

Feel the wind, hear it sing as it

Passes through the land.

The sky has many colors, so

Cold It appears, sitting still,

There are no stars on this night,

Not a moon so bright,

A snow scene can be a most

Beautiful thing, see what might be.

Keith Garrett

A change of seasons is noticed as

The cold winds arrive,

From my thoughts are visions of

My life’s dreams, thoughts.

Winter brings me to a place of

Fantasy, a place wanted,

Love and happiness cry out for

Attention, weeping softly.

This dreamer of hopes and wishes

Brought to life, this life,

Always dreaming with a prayer that

She lives, my dream.

Winter comes to us for just a wind

Blown moment in time,

Snow-covered mountains, sleep in

The cold, dark night.

Leafless trees stand and wait for

Spring to dress themselves,

Back in what was left behind,

Dropped on the ground.

I am who? I am a winter dreamer

Here for a short time,

In a season of wishes and magical

Things imagined.

Keith Garrett

Imagine this, you and I together,

out there alone, winter,

We look out upon the clouded

Skies that just rained snow.

Around the pine trees, around the

Frozen, glass-like lake,

Layered with this winter white,

Appears so cold, is beautiful.

A lonely place if not to be shared

With the company of love,

Such a wonderful spot in this

World to be, see it with your heart.

Do not be afraid, just take hold of

My hand, I’m holding you tight,

One step at a time, walk with me out

On this shiny, glass-covered floor.

Look at me, darling, right now the

World belongs to only us, my dear,

Hear the wind as the music is there,

Listen with me, listen to it,

Dance with me on this lake of ice,

We’ll dance until day turns to night.

Keith Garrett

There’s a path I walk through trees

Of empty branches, I walk,

The winter wind blows chilly across

The hills of white.

Down below in the distance, see

Do I rushing water, I see,

The sound, the sound like a chorus

Of drums and trumpets.

Hearing the crashing against

Everything in its path, hear it,

Nature has a plan of its own, still,

It invites us to share in it.

Snow along the river has such a

Beautiful Appearance, doesn’t it?

Walk as I do, my mind painting this

Vision of a dream, I dream.

Winter is a wonderful time of year

For all the scenes it may show,

Just to see snow along the river,

Many places I would go.

Keith Garrett

Watching the kids throwing snow

Balls in the cold,

Snow falling down, clapping their

Hands, joyful sounds.

Sleds and saucers, laughter rings

Through the day,

I am here as I am shown the greatest

Time a child may have.

Making a snowman come to life, snow

Angels upon the ground,

Watching their dreaming eyes wish

Upon a star, a lifetime ahead.

Like looking back in time, when the

Magic was more alive, It fades,

The greatest time is watching

Children fly with no scars to hide.

Keith Garrett

They fall from the sky with not

A number to describe,

Not one is the same as they go

Their own certain way.

Rain on down, floating to a

Destination where they join as one,

Watch as they float, Their lifespan may

Be of a moment in time.

Snowflakes appear from the clouds,

Cold as they find their way down,

From a snowflake there is not a sound,

Snowflakes are forever around.

Keith Garrett

Lost so long ago, a brother and sister,

Somewhere in the snow,

They had names, playing on a January

day, when they lost their way.

When the snow started to fall, their

Path home was not recalled,

They were never seen again, as all

Stories don’t have a beautiful end.

They have for many years now

Wandered somewhere in the snow,

Ghosts of a January, searching for

A way back home, together they roam.

There is no sadness, no tears on faces

Anymore, not cold in the snow,

They are together forever, journey

To a new eternal home.

Keith Garrett