As the season changes and the days get brighter,
We look out our windows with hope.
The sun invites us to share in a warmth of this season,
While we know in our hearts there's a
Chill in the air. But we trust in our eyes and our heart
As we hear the voices of our mothers ring clear;
"Put on a coat it is cold out there."
Venturing forth to the snow covered scene
We let its mistress guide us and keep us
Warm. The sun is our friend after all. So we
Romp and we played on this cold winter's
Day until we were stopped dead in our tracks.
It must be winter we enjoyed, we embraced.
The smell is so crisp and clean.
Copyright Denise A White