The Tidings of Winter

The forest floor is covered

In a colorful carpet of leaves,

The North wind whistles its eerie song

Through the barren branches of trees.

Soft flakes float like feathers

Falling without a sound,

They melt to glisten like morning dew

Once they touch the ground.

In the sky, the birds take flight

To form a ‘V’ shaped formation,

They know that they must travel far

To reach a warmer location.

The furry critters scurry about

Gathering food for their larder,

For they know the future months ahead

Will make finding food much harder.

Autumn is giving up her ghost

As the days grow shorter and colder,

And soon the world will have a blanket of white

For these are the tidings of winter.

Yvonne Horton November 20, 2013

It's only Snow

The snow flies round in furious flurry,

Though some folks see it as such a worry,

But we walk through it without a hurry,

Because it’s only snow, it’s only snow.

When it settles, the world is white,

So that in the sun, it shines too bright,

But we go out and have a snowball fight,

Because it’s only snow, it’s only snow

It’s so much fun for us to play,

And, then one day, it all melts away,

But, we know it will come back another day,

Because it’s only snow, it’s only snow.