Crisp underfoot, my feet sink down deep,
Into the fresh, white snow.
A crunch and a slip as I steady my grip,
Carefully and slowly I go.
Icicles hang from the buildings above,
Falling from roofs in a line.
Watery chimes that are frozen in time,
Gleaming like glass as they shine.
Bushes and plants with a powdery coat,
A robin perches up high,
A flurry of snow hits the garden below,
And the robin passes on by.
Snow floats through the bitter grey sky,
Flakes gracefully fall with a twirl.
Meeting by chance for a fluttering dance,
Creating a beautiful swirl.
I look to the river that's frozen on top,
It's a perilous place down below.
A crack and a creak in the silence so bleak,
The dangers that come with the snow.
The laughter of children is soft in the air
As snowballs are thrown in delight.
A snowman to make, a carrot to take
Then another snowball fight!
My nose is now red, my fingers are numb,
Behind the clouds goes the sun,
So home I will head, to my warm cosy bed,
A day filled with wintry fun!