
The snow is falling,
whiter than an angel,
colder than the devils heart.
One by one,
The bears of the wild,
Emirs into a long slumber.
Dreaming of sugar plums,
we await the visit,
from a certain man in red.
Three Two One,
A new year has come,
and another year has gone by.
On the cold hard street,
A single man walks,
Among many other things
The nights are getting colder,
darker,
and longer.
As I walk outside,
the cold hard breeze,
brings chills to my skin.
The first sign of snow,
thats it,
the warm season has ended.
School has past,
summer is present,
new friendships await
late nights by the campfire,
the sweet sounds of copper strings are plucked,
by the guitar
Relaxation,
time away from stress,
is what summer is truly about,
Stars eliminate the skies,
spending nights on end,
counting them.
The small birch branch,
bending more and more,
as the family of cardinals gets larger.
As the reflective white snow fades,
the dull yellow grass emerges,
for it is spring
morning by morning,
I am awaken earlier,
by sweet sounds of the song birds
The children are anxious,
school is almost over,
sadly so are some friendships