Winter Song.

A symphony of snowflakes fall,
Fall to the icy ground,
The naked arms of the trees,
Catch these flakes without a sound,
The muffling crunch, crunch, crunch,
From thick leather soles,
These boots slip and slide,
On to an icy patch of cold,
Hear the gentle snow whoosh,
It's a busy winter gale,
Hear the underscore of winter flakes,
And the hammering of hail,
The sky is our orchestra,
Of snow clouds, light and strong,
And the cool, cool, ground below,
Will perform the winter song.

Daisy Edwards