All is still and dark,
Yet bright.
Out my door, the moon in flight.
Fall is gone and winter is here;
The air so cold, so sharp,
but clear.
No leaves on trees,
and certainly no flowers;
although a few birds
to brighten my hours.
The grass is not green;
no mower is seen.
Just a blanket of white,
but oh, what a sight!
Tiny crystals that sparkle
and gleam,
It's enough to make a snowman beam.
The day is short,
and the months move slowly,
I think I'll embrace
the spring more wholly.
Yes, winter will finally end;
A cold comfort, I know, yet friend.