The trees are bare their limbs are shorn
The clouds above seem quite forlorn
They slowly drift across the sky
This panoramic view on high !
The chilly air pervades it all
An early night begins to fall
The moon it rises on the wane
Too soon it will be full again !
The shadows length becomes surreal
Encompassing each snowy field
While we take flight into our dreams
Of perfect days and happy schemes !