Snow

The soft cold winds start to breeze 

Through leaveless bare open trees

The dry grass under my feet yellow and dull

The days become short, twilight rushes to fall

Where is the frosted feathery snow hiding

To cover this still land with its residing

And then dancing and tiptoeing it comes

The silver blanket the ground  glady welcomes

Winter touches her cold fingers to my cheeks

Twirls round with beauty and grace

One last glance, snowflakes glisten

I rush inside, my nose feeling frostbitten

And curl up in front of the warm fire

Blissful cold,peaceful warmth,winter in entire

quick painting for you'all:) have a wonderful happy wintertime