All the trees are dusted
Sugared, crisp and white.
Fence posts look like snow cones;
Candy lane delight!
Dazzling ‘sicles dangle!
Every child’s temptation!
Who of us has never tried
Crystal roses on the windows
Sparkling, gleaming, purest joy!
One warm breath; they disappear!
Enchanting every girl and boy!
Forts of snow with ammunition!
How the memories remain!
Lying down to make snow-angels.
Could I live it once again?
Oh, that chisel of the north wind
Carves artistic frozen snow scapes
Razor sharp its curved edges
Cut across the silent lakes.
Cold and hard like diamonds;
Glistening in the brilliant sun!
Winter days! Impressive! Splendid!
But this cold is NO fun.