Tiny ice crystals
glazed across the glass
Winter is upon us
Frost dances upon the grass.
The icicles hang heavy
The snow sheets all in white
The sun glistens fiercely
It’s never shone so bright.
The animals move slower
Their quest for food begins
The birds may chirp less often
But still you hear them sing.
Winter is here
Winter, is here
© 2008
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