Creeping with a delicate flair
The face of winter
Frosty cold and bare
So delicate she descends
Leaving her mist within the air
You feel her presence
That icy grip ~ frozen fingers
Within the mitts
Shivering from head to toe
Wishing winter soon would go
She glows in her winter charm
Silver tipped icicles newly formed
Snow laden ground at early dawn
The glory of her winter shawl
She is enticingly beautiful
In her own delightful way
Especially when snowflakes
Dance upon my windowpane
Winters earth a quiet kind of peace
Stilled in a magic all of its own
