I’ve trudged among the trees where winter breezes blow
Shuffled through the streets piled high with new fallen snow
Lingered in the shelter of tall buildings nearby
Silent as particles of snowflakes gently fly.
There is certain quiet that I appreciate
Appearing only after the hour has grown late
And so it is in winter we place dreams on hold
All’s impossible in this never ending cold !
Claire V. Bogdanos 