The breaking dawn moves through the trees
Snowflakes do fly on chilling breeze
It’s time to bundle up today
And find a place that’s warm to stay.
The winter winds are brash and buff
And all made of God’s icy stuff
The season has turned rough and cold
As each day chances to grow old.
We all need keep our feet quite dry
If we are hoping to get by
Each day does bare it’s hoary breath
Take care, none dare to challenge death !