Winter

This is just a poem about the cold. Winter weather has meant cold winds, and very cold nights. This captures the mood. The Snow Queen is, of course, a steal from Hans Christian Andersen.

Winter

Now Winter comes, the earth grows old
No leaves are left, the branches bare
And the icy gales bring frozen air
This is the time of dark and cold

The Snow Queen comes, her might behold
With fell designs, her spells beware
Now winter comes, the earth grows old
No leaves are left, the branches bare

By fireside warmth, the tale is told
Of snowbound land, of icy snare
Beside the fire, in warm armchair
Inside the flames are bright and gold
Now winter comes, the earth grows old