Winter is here with its cold fingers,
And its frosty breath:
Where Jack Frost lingers.
It freezes the ground,
With snow abound.
The frost twinkles and shines,
In the faint weak sun aside.
It freezes the ground like,
Broken diamond necklace.
The days are cold and shorter now,
And darkness comes so soon:
Rivers lie still and silent now.
Flocks of starlings fly home to roost:
Trees stand bare and lifeless,
Against the dull grey sky to caress.
The biting wind nips at your nose,
Hot breath can be seen above.
Ducks slither and slide,
The friendly robin is back behind.
His feathers fluffed up to keep warm:
Lights come on in people's houses,
To be with their spouses.
There may be snow,
But you are not alone.
Linda Breeze
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