Cardinal feathers are now a white-tipped red
After flitting furiously in the fresh-fallen snow.
The fluffy canopy on the hard frozen ground
Blends with tea-rose skies, creating a glow..
The footsteps of the walkers are soon hidden
As God's Winter gift comes swirling down.
While the flowers sleep under a cover of white,
A lovely Winter day excites a sleepy town..
Darkness descends and silver moonbeams fall
On evergreens now weighed down with white.
Light flickers through frosted windowpanes;
Chimney smoke billows upward in the night..
The curtains are then swiftly drawn aside;
Overhead lights reflect on the luster below.
Shadows fall lighty across icy ground,
Creating a path of silver in the snow.