The Art of Winter

 

 

Looking through the window

Into the sunny day,

I see the touch of winter

In all its great array.

Deserted nests in tree tops

Are topt with snowy lids,

And a frosty snowman's standing

In a sea of snow-white drifts.

 

White clouds that match the snowfall

Are blown by gusty winds,

And tiny snowflakes find a roost

On trees with leafless limbs.

Looking through the window

Into this sun-filled day,

I see the art of winter

Majestically displayed.

 

~ Loise Pinkerton Fritz