The weather’s so much colder now
The snow is smothering each bough
A film of icy crystal grows
Across each piece of glass that shows.
The ground is heaped to ankle high
As swirling white falls from the sky
The air is quiet not a sound
The peace of God is all around.
There’s not a bird left in the air
All hide themselves in secret lair
They’ve tucked their beaks under their wings
And waken when the church bell rings !
Claire V. Bogdanos 