©2020 Mollie Pearce McKibbon
The winter howls; the winter blows;
The winter sleets; the winter snows.
The winter makes us put on clothes
In other climes we’d never wear,
But here there’s winter everywhere.
The winter’s white; the winter’s cold;
The winter’s ice; the winter’s bold.
The winter’s beauties do unfold
As we trample high and low,
Plowing pathways where we go.
Winter’s fierce and winter’s mean;
Winter’s silver and so pristine.
Winter paints a magic scene
On earth, in sky and on the glass,
Enchantment never meant to last.